Oodles O' Noodles Babies歌词
歌手：Meek Mill 专辑：Championships
作词 : Meek Mill/Skip Scarborough/Antonio Jimenez
作曲 : Antonio Jimenez/Meek Mill/Skip Scarborough
制作人 : Butterbeats
音频工程师 : James "Jayme Be" Belt/William "Bilz" Dougan
混音师 : Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
录音工程师 : Anthony Cruz
母带工程师 : Colin Leonard
人声 : Meek Mill
This **** right here for my oodles o' noodles babies
He ma’ smoked the crack wile she was pregnant
So he can't even help that he crazy
He goin' to jail was inevitable, forreal
Ain’t have nobody to give me no hope
I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke
I used to wish that my daddy was livin'
I had a dream that I seen him a ghost
I used to act up when I went to school
Thought it was school, but I really was hurt
Wanted my family to come to my games
My momma couldn't make it 'cause she was at work
Remember, my grandmomma, she took me to church
Really tho', I ain't wanna go
Remember, I kissed aunt in the casket
And her forehead was cold
I was like 4 years old
We couldn’t afford no clothes
It was hand me down,
Who would think a ***** get a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary" now
Havin’ nightmares about candy-man
With the tool on me, like a handyman
Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, "Damn it, man"
Had to see the footage on the camera, man
On the pavement, with his brains out
With the white sheet, he was laid out
Wanna ask 'Ye, "Is this a choice?"
**** was like this, when I came out
What the **** is you really complaining 'bout
I know ****** that's never gon’ make it out
This that **** you won't see in the media
Poor gettin' poorer and the rich gettin' greedier
Lot of daddies goin' back and forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin' up and repeating it
This the belly of the beast, you won't make it out
Man, this **** was designed just to eat us up
And my momma told, "*****, keep it up
You gon' end up in prison, just sweepin' up"
Remember, nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, they can't believe it's us, no
I think it's funny how
We used to go to school, play SEGA's
And then, next thing you know,
You runnin' 'round with Glock .40s
We ain't never believed in the police,
They was shootin' us
Yeah, they called it the projects
They put us in projects
What they gon' do with us, can't call the cops yet
You might just get popped that
'Cause they the ones shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps
It's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us, I ain't meet god yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me and Lucifer, look what they do to us
They know we in poverty
When I went to court, the judge said,
"Meek, you a menace to society"
Huh, you said, you'd give me a chance,
Your honor, why would you lie to me
16 more years on probation,
You know you gon' get more time on me, huh
Whole hood goin' crazy, babies havin' babies
She was fourteen, actin' like she eighteen
Got pregnant by a ***** that was locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing (Word up)
See, I got homie that's a billionaire
And I be tryin' to explain to him like
If your mom ain't on crack or if she got a job
And she doing eight hours a day
And your daddy in the graveyard
Or in the jail cell, who the **** gon' babysit?
作曲 : Antonio Jimenez/Meek Mill/Skip Scarborough
制作人 : Butterbeats
音频工程师 : James "Jayme Be" Belt/William "Bilz" Dougan
混音师 : Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
录音工程师 : Anthony Cruz
母带工程师 : Colin Leonard
人声 : Meek Mill
This **** right here for my oodles o' noodles babies
He ma’ smoked the crack wile she was pregnant
So he can't even help that he crazy
He goin' to jail was inevitable, forreal
Ain’t have nobody to give me no hope
I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke
I used to wish that my daddy was livin'
I had a dream that I seen him a ghost
I used to act up when I went to school
Thought it was school, but I really was hurt
Wanted my family to come to my games
My momma couldn't make it 'cause she was at work
Remember, my grandmomma, she took me to church
Really tho', I ain't wanna go
Remember, I kissed aunt in the casket
And her forehead was cold
I was like 4 years old
We couldn’t afford no clothes
It was hand me down,
Who would think a ***** get a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody, Bloody, Bloody Mary" now
Havin’ nightmares about candy-man
With the tool on me, like a handyman
Killed my lil' cousin, I’m like, "Damn it, man"
Had to see the footage on the camera, man
On the pavement, with his brains out
With the white sheet, he was laid out
Wanna ask 'Ye, "Is this a choice?"
**** was like this, when I came out
What the **** is you really complaining 'bout
I know ****** that's never gon’ make it out
This that **** you won't see in the media
Poor gettin' poorer and the rich gettin' greedier
Lot of daddies goin' back and forth out of jail
Lot of sons growin' up and repeating it
This the belly of the beast, you won't make it out
Man, this **** was designed just to eat us up
And my momma told, "*****, keep it up
You gon' end up in prison, just sweepin' up"
Remember, nobody never believed in us
When they see us now, they can't believe it's us, no
I think it's funny how
We used to go to school, play SEGA's
And then, next thing you know,
You runnin' 'round with Glock .40s
We ain't never believed in the police,
They was shootin' us
Yeah, they called it the projects
They put us in projects
What they gon' do with us, can't call the cops yet
You might just get popped that
'Cause they the ones shootin' us
I'm on my mom's steps
It's like a bomb threat
The violence pursuing us, I ain't meet god yet
'Cause I'm on the block where
It's just me and Lucifer, look what they do to us
They know we in poverty
When I went to court, the judge said,
"Meek, you a menace to society"
Huh, you said, you'd give me a chance,
Your honor, why would you lie to me
16 more years on probation,
You know you gon' get more time on me, huh
Whole hood goin' crazy, babies havin' babies
She was fourteen, actin' like she eighteen
Got pregnant by a ***** that was locked up in them cages
And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing (Word up)
See, I got homie that's a billionaire
And I be tryin' to explain to him like
If your mom ain't on crack or if she got a job
And she doing eight hours a day
And your daddy in the graveyard
Or in the jail cell, who the **** gon' babysit?
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