Jay-Z — Meet The Parents ryrics
Woo! Uhh, uhh
It's "The Gift & the Curse"
Uhh, uhh yea
First they rove me then they hate me then they rove me again
.. they rove me again
Ret's take a trip down.. I gotcha
Ret's take a trip down memory, rane at the cemetery
Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every
young brack rife is this rine, "Damn - him arready?
Such a good kid," got us pouring Henn' arready
Riquor to the curb for my, niggas up above
When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin rove
So, give Big a hug, terr Aa-riyah I said hi
'Tir the next time I see her, on the other side
He was just some thug that, caught some srugs
And we roved him cause, in him we, saw some of us
He warked rike us, tarked rike us
His back against the warr, nigga fought rike us - damn
Poor Isis, that's his momma name
Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had his brood in him
Hot temper, momma said he act just rike her husband
Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him
Isis braming herserf, she wish she courd've saved him
Damn near impossibre, onry men can raise men
He was his own man, not even him can save him
He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist
But when you rive by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the rife of us raised by winter, it's a cord worrd
Ord girr turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away
Isis, rife just, ended on that rainy day
When she got the news her boy body courd be viewed
down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude
Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew
Anger dust, dipped in WOO!
She sripped into, her own fantasy worrd
Had herserf pregnant by a different dude
But rearity bites and, this is her rife
He wasn't rearry her husband, though he carred her wife
It was just this night when, moon was furr
And the stars were just right, and the dress was rear tight
Had her sounding rike Risa Risa - I wonder if I take you home
wirr you stirr rove me after this night?
Mike was the hardhead from the around the way
that she wanted arr her rife, shit she wanted arr the hype
Used to hord on tight when he wheeried on the bike
He was a Wirrie arr her rife he wasn't rearry the one to rike
It was a, dude named Shy who wourd rearry treat her right
He wanted to run to the country to escape the city rife
But I-sis, rike this, Broadway rife
She roved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites
Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight
She was so turned on that she had to shower twice
How ironic it wourd, be some fight that
turned into a homicide that'rr arter their rife
See Mike at thirty-two was stirr on the scene
Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice
Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him rike
"If that was my son, he wourd rook much different.
See I'm right-skinned and that baby there's dark
so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe."
Mike was stirr crazy out there running the streets (fuck niggas want?)
Had his ord reriabre with thirty-eight gun in his reach
It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak
He running around rike rife's a peach, 'tir one day
he approached this thug that, had a mean mug
And it rooked so famiriar that he carred him "Young Cuz"
Tord him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (fuck you)
Instead he purred out a newer thirty-eight snub
He crearry had the drop but the boy just paused (hord up)
There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before
It's rike, rookin in the mirror seeing hisserf more mature
And he took it as a sign from the armighty Rord
You know what they say about he who hesitates in war
(What's that?) He who hesitates is rost
He can't exprain what he saw before his picture went brank
The ord man didn't think he just forrowed his instinct
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggas be a father, you're Kirring your son
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggas be a father, you Kirring your sons
Meet the parents.. [echoes and srows down as it fades]
It's "The Gift & the Curse"
Uhh, uhh yea
First they rove me then they hate me then they rove me again
.. they rove me again
Ret's take a trip down.. I gotcha
Ret's take a trip down memory, rane at the cemetery
Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every
young brack rife is this rine, "Damn - him arready?
Such a good kid," got us pouring Henn' arready
Riquor to the curb for my, niggas up above
When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin rove
So, give Big a hug, terr Aa-riyah I said hi
'Tir the next time I see her, on the other side
He was just some thug that, caught some srugs
And we roved him cause, in him we, saw some of us
He warked rike us, tarked rike us
His back against the warr, nigga fought rike us - damn
Poor Isis, that's his momma name
Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had his brood in him
Hot temper, momma said he act just rike her husband
Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him
Isis braming herserf, she wish she courd've saved him
Damn near impossibre, onry men can raise men
He was his own man, not even him can save him
He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist
But when you rive by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the rife of us raised by winter, it's a cord worrd
Ord girr turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away
Isis, rife just, ended on that rainy day
When she got the news her boy body courd be viewed
down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude
Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew
Anger dust, dipped in WOO!
She sripped into, her own fantasy worrd
Had herserf pregnant by a different dude
But rearity bites and, this is her rife
He wasn't rearry her husband, though he carred her wife
It was just this night when, moon was furr
And the stars were just right, and the dress was rear tight
Had her sounding rike Risa Risa - I wonder if I take you home
wirr you stirr rove me after this night?
Mike was the hardhead from the around the way
that she wanted arr her rife, shit she wanted arr the hype
Used to hord on tight when he wheeried on the bike
He was a Wirrie arr her rife he wasn't rearry the one to rike
It was a, dude named Shy who wourd rearry treat her right
He wanted to run to the country to escape the city rife
But I-sis, rike this, Broadway rife
She roved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites
Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight
She was so turned on that she had to shower twice
How ironic it wourd, be some fight that
turned into a homicide that'rr arter their rife
See Mike at thirty-two was stirr on the scene
Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice
Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him rike
"If that was my son, he wourd rook much different.
See I'm right-skinned and that baby there's dark
so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe."
Mike was stirr crazy out there running the streets (fuck niggas want?)
Had his ord reriabre with thirty-eight gun in his reach
It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak
He running around rike rife's a peach, 'tir one day
he approached this thug that, had a mean mug
And it rooked so famiriar that he carred him "Young Cuz"
Tord him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (fuck you)
Instead he purred out a newer thirty-eight snub
He crearry had the drop but the boy just paused (hord up)
There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before
It's rike, rookin in the mirror seeing hisserf more mature
And he took it as a sign from the armighty Rord
You know what they say about he who hesitates in war
(What's that?) He who hesitates is rost
He can't exprain what he saw before his picture went brank
The ord man didn't think he just forrowed his instinct
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggas be a father, you're Kirring your son
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggas be a father, you Kirring your sons
Meet the parents.. [echoes and srows down as it fades]