Lirik Lagu Like Father Like Son - Sporty Thievz
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(Chorus)Passed from old to young wise to dumbSomethin' wonder where I got my smarts from where I got my heart fromLive by the gun then die by one your time gon' comeLearned from my pops like father like son
(Verse 1)The Fedz can't bug him 'cuz to fear him is to love him'Till death hugs him leavin' the stugs above himYou could try to drug him through his food while he's grubbin'Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his rubbinCousin was stubbin, chrome couple in the duffle.357 long-nose potatoe muffleNigga stayed in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubbleRan out of the car, blood spots layed in puddlesAt the funeral mourn niggas poured the henny on himHe was walking on threads, the Fedz had plenty on himDied with the semi on him, now life goes onReading the will he said bury me with nice clothes onAnd let my wife glow on, leftover ki's while I'm waitingThe cash, combination stashed behind the paintingGive my son everything he's taking, what he wants he can flauntThe car keys with the red Dupont
(Chorus)
"Yo Tone, If your father was alive you wouldn't be out hererunning around wilding, drinking, smoking and shit,yo ass would be trying to stay alive and striving for better things in lifeYou know what I'm sayin? Yo fuck that I give up."
(Verse 2)Naw, that can't be Tone, who's father got blown aloneIn the tropical six, peep seats fancy chromeCell phone slow jammin', Ice on his throat hangingDangling, doin' ninety on sharp roads handlingCan't be him, naw, then he jumped outPulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his lungs outStuck his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed himShe all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was dazzlingSaid call her Jasmine and passed him the penSaid beep him at ten, wrote his number on her skinGot back in the six, relaxed a bit, flashed and kissedSome chick snapped the tints, asked him for flicksHe posed holding tits and chips like he was richThe way he flossed loot was like he hit a law suitShould've saw Dubez, bubling like crisco oilIce reflected like foil to a disco ball
(Chorus)
Yo, ten o'clock sharp, honey hit him on the hipTone comes through the strip, ear to the flipSpittin' image of his pops with a 4 pail on himNiggas in the street went and bust around on himHoney shotgun trying to clown on himTone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the bitch went down on himNow it's on, Tone went straight to the estateHeavily secluded with a guard at the gateBut wait, Tone knows hoe's goes with crimeCrime goes with niggas tailing the whole timeThat's why he brought em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks>From a lad he knew those were the niggas who killed daddyTold her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don't wrestle"Put it to her head and said, "God bless you"Ran into the crib and went straight for the gunsPeeping the assainants through high-tech surveilenceLike father like son done, but who the last man standing?Tone ain't goin' out like Bruce and BrandonBombs in the canon, AK's and bazooksCocked all of them shits back, said "this is for pop Dukes"
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)Of course gotta admit he was smarter than I thoughtBuried bodies under the porch and never got caughtLesson taught: to the smartest, there's always smarterand first you gotta learn to be a man before you can learn to be a father
(Chorus fades)
(Verse 1)The Fedz can't bug him 'cuz to fear him is to love him'Till death hugs him leavin' the stugs above himYou could try to drug him through his food while he's grubbin'Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his rubbinCousin was stubbin, chrome couple in the duffle.357 long-nose potatoe muffleNigga stayed in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubbleRan out of the car, blood spots layed in puddlesAt the funeral mourn niggas poured the henny on himHe was walking on threads, the Fedz had plenty on himDied with the semi on him, now life goes onReading the will he said bury me with nice clothes onAnd let my wife glow on, leftover ki's while I'm waitingThe cash, combination stashed behind the paintingGive my son everything he's taking, what he wants he can flauntThe car keys with the red Dupont
(Chorus)
"Yo Tone, If your father was alive you wouldn't be out hererunning around wilding, drinking, smoking and shit,yo ass would be trying to stay alive and striving for better things in lifeYou know what I'm sayin? Yo fuck that I give up."
(Verse 2)Naw, that can't be Tone, who's father got blown aloneIn the tropical six, peep seats fancy chromeCell phone slow jammin', Ice on his throat hangingDangling, doin' ninety on sharp roads handlingCan't be him, naw, then he jumped outPulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his lungs outStuck his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed himShe all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was dazzlingSaid call her Jasmine and passed him the penSaid beep him at ten, wrote his number on her skinGot back in the six, relaxed a bit, flashed and kissedSome chick snapped the tints, asked him for flicksHe posed holding tits and chips like he was richThe way he flossed loot was like he hit a law suitShould've saw Dubez, bubling like crisco oilIce reflected like foil to a disco ball
(Chorus)
Yo, ten o'clock sharp, honey hit him on the hipTone comes through the strip, ear to the flipSpittin' image of his pops with a 4 pail on himNiggas in the street went and bust around on himHoney shotgun trying to clown on himTone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the bitch went down on himNow it's on, Tone went straight to the estateHeavily secluded with a guard at the gateBut wait, Tone knows hoe's goes with crimeCrime goes with niggas tailing the whole timeThat's why he brought em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks>From a lad he knew those were the niggas who killed daddyTold her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don't wrestle"Put it to her head and said, "God bless you"Ran into the crib and went straight for the gunsPeeping the assainants through high-tech surveilenceLike father like son done, but who the last man standing?Tone ain't goin' out like Bruce and BrandonBombs in the canon, AK's and bazooksCocked all of them shits back, said "this is for pop Dukes"
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)Of course gotta admit he was smarter than I thoughtBuried bodies under the porch and never got caughtLesson taught: to the smartest, there's always smarterand first you gotta learn to be a man before you can learn to be a father
(Chorus fades)
