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- Masta Ace Son of Yvonne 歌词
- Masta Ace
- Son of Yvonne -Masta Ace
Yeah I was born the son of Yvonne
Brownsville kid that wanna be on
Hit the streets running be gone
Outside with a curfew
Got lessons on honesty and virtue
And the people that would hurt you
Drug addicts exconvicts
Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts
So many too many to mention
You can feel all the tension
A mom's intervention
Tryina save her son from the worse fate
Getting home after 8when she work late
Thank god for nana I was in the control
In the lobby sitting on tenant patrol
Cause folks getting robbed on a regular
By chain snatching dudes just in it for gold
Son of Yvonne had to fight up the street
He's a nice kid but aren't nothing sweet
All I do I do it for you
It's for all you did when I was a kid
Cause his mad friends aren't wanna be born
But I'm glad that I'm the son of Yvonne
Son of Yvonne better get the best grades
Couple of B's a C and the rest A's
Not top of the cl***but not nearly last
I beat your ***if you think you gonn barely p***
But all my best friends they be ditching school
Every week is like a Friday ritual
You got a mind of your own so let it be known
Son of Yvone sharp as a kitchen tool
All I do I do it for you
It's for all you did when I was a kid
Cause his mad friends ain't wanna be born
But I'm glad that I'm the son of Yvonne
All I do I do it for you
It's for all you did when I was a kid
Cause his mad friends ain't wanna be born
But I'm glad that I'm the son of Yvonne
I was born son of Yvonne
Grand son of heard you rap now
Devon let me hear
I get pissed and leave
Nana upstairs make a sweet potato pie
Cause it's Chris**as Eve
Under the tree efx racing track
Pick up a gift shake it in place it back
I wonder what it is instead of taking a guess
Next morning open gifts making a mess
Nana always sits in the same chair
Jackson 5singing Rudolf the reindeer
In the background I go upstairs
To see what Mike got
Then I come back down to enjoy all
Nana good cooking
Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking
Son of Yvonne Brownsville born in bread
And like that quill nana got on the bed
I'm a bunch of things all sown together
To make one man that will be known forever
All I do I do it for you
It's for all you did when I was a kid
Cause his mad friends aren't wanna be born
But I'm glad that I'm the son of Yvonne
All I do I do it for you
It's for all you did when I was a kid
Cause his mad friends aren't wanna be born
But I'm glad that I'm the son of Yvonne
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