Goodie Mob - Father Time lyrics

rate me

Don’t think about it just do it

I’m your daddy, son

Get the patriarch, the founder, forefather

Initiator the forebearer your predecessor

The architect and now Arthur I sponge you son

Informed you, uungh better yet cleared your mind

Used to stick your chest out son cause I was your father

Gave you pride about your south side cos I was your father

Used to listen to the tape pop and roll your quarter

Let me slow down and state some fact

I put chrome in my mouth they used to call me jaws

I’m in the 84 "lac with the butterfly doors

Dundgeon family...100 deep when we in the streets

Who you think ya big brothers them wanted to be

I'm your father

Influenced by few

But I’ve been inspired many

Dropasaurus Rex prime minister with the semi

Set the standards for grimy intellectual niggers

Sothern realistic flow special delivery

Boy it's killing me aint nothing new under the sun

Sit back listen I tell you how the south was won

With big guns, deep pockets and hard heads

South white box chevy gold grills and dreads

Never scared raised the bar while you tucked your tail

Goodie Mob, Illuminati?

What the hell?

If anything boy we put your ass up on game

Gave you food for your soul and nourished your brain

My significance brings purpose when I'm nervous

I remember the snow is falling on December

as I matched the mink to winter

As I noticed a similar pattern

Of different characters in the matrix they were learning

I’m your papi I’m the reason you were rapping

I got no time for napping you still off in the trap and...

You asking me what happened

The music ain’t the same

We opened up your brains and we blow back through the veins

And The facts still remains we gave away the game

Our records helped you train

And we got you through the pain and we stayed off in our lane

We made it out the rain

We’re artist, we’re teachers

We’re leaders, we’re soldiers

I contemplated completely killing my son

If I can't cut the cancer out thats stealing my son

To lay down my own life I am willing my son

Yeah I remember smiling when I caught him stealing my gun

Before I started building my son I was stealing for crumbs

Couldn't tell the difference from how I was feeling from numb

The four walls, the floor and the ceiling is slum

And right outside the front door the kids were killing for fun

And he had a room with a view

And a couple of times he saw his daddy go outside and have some fun too

But let’s be clear I’m not your peer listen here

I am harder, I’m smarter, I am sparta

I am your father

Thanks to bobdgod for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Shadzilla for correcting these lyrics