The Game - Ain't No Doubt About It Feat. Justin Timberlake & Pharrell

Lyrics to Ain't No Doubt About It Feat. Justin Timberlake & Pharrell by The Game

(Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t) (Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t) Come on and wake up baby I know you’re sleepin’ But Daddy’s home now Pictures getting old My little girl lookin’ grown now Your mom said you’re talkin’ on your own now Walkin’ on your own now. Runnin’ across the kitchen floor Hidin’ them baby dolls I sent you from on tour And I missed you when I was tourin’ Smiling at them baby pictures So happy, tears pourin’ God, how could something so beautiful come from me After the gunshots, thought you was done with me. But I know why I’m livin’ now Why you made me put the guns down, Pick up the mic, start rappin’ for a livin’ now My sun, my moon, my stars, my Earth, my wind, my fire, my life, my baby Tryin’ to make your moms wifey but she crazy Fussin’ me, fightin’ me I know she love me cuz you look just like me The day you came into this world, I was so excited Eleven twenty-one double zero My baby girl is here (Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t) (Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t) Yo, yo You see this rap shit, I do it for you And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true Got a son now. Cuttin’ the game, stoppin’ the bullshit Remember arm your enemy Then you pull quick Dipped out Cali, Came back snatched my son My girl’s moms and I moved out Maui Yeah yeah Pops gone bananas See why I win her Bigger house, wider yard, Navi with the crash bar Pumpin’ her, shifty you stupid You ain’t no dad, nigga Takin’ your black ass to court for all you have nigga You see me and your moms that’s another topic Ain’t no whip in this world with a price that you can’t cop it Stop it Impress with wine, you didn’t hear me right It’s a lesson to this song, I’m trying to steer you right Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home Never sing that sad song Don’t cry (Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t) (Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t) They ain’t gon’ preach to you, I’mma let your mom school you Don’t let the streets fool you Streets straight through you That’s why I’m talking to you You see these niggas out here have you stressin’ by the hour Never turn your back on your foes Them dudes cowards Some days sweet and some sour But we gon’ make it together The world is ours and you’re my flower If it’s ice, you can get that Model chicks, hit that Never stress about the downfall Just ‘bout to get back And I’m not saying sex is wrong Just make sure you strap a condom on And never ever do it in your mother’s home Never call a girl a bitch, Show respect son Pop your collar Ain’t nothing free Scrape the block for every dollar I’m gonna leave you with this my little angel Daddy loves you How I’d die for you, cry for you, ride for you Switchin’ handles like you breakin’ the zone Candy paint and power on the golden bridge, bouncin’ on chrome (Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t) (Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t)