Artist: Birdman & Lil Wayne Album: Like Father, Like Son Song: Like Father, Like Son Typed by: Uneak_Won2G08@hotmail.com [Intro] There ain't no loooovee like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like Like father like son, nigga like, like, like, like, like Like father like, like father like son nigga There ain't no loooovee like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like Like father like son, nigga like, like, like, like, like Like father like, like father like son nigga [Verse 1: Birdman] Yeah It's filthy with quarter ki's in the kitchen on 'em The block is hot but we out here gettin it on 'em And keep a tool everytime we hit the streets Cause these niggas act a fool and we be quick to put it on 'em Them tear drops homie we so not The nigga to fuck with cause we will pop .40 cal keep it cocked nigga ready to block Keep a gun a extra clip homie thats how we rock And like father like son daddy we dont borrow We stay on the grind homie cause we grind harder And fuckin with me homie you wont like you be the next t-shirt, we in ya hood all night We got birds flyin out and we've allowed the pipes We do this state to state thing and cheat the price And Rufus came home and I told him to shave But he was tellin me about them pussy niggas back in the eighties, baby [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Listen, Birdman put me on when I was just eleven He was my teacher, so I was like fuck the lesson He was my preacher, so I was like fuck the reverend My mother sita, she said that I was with the devil My mother sita, now say that he was sent from heaven So, I take heed to every single word that he tell me And I remember what my poppa told me Remember what my poppa told me, Young Stunna [Verse 3: Birdman] Yeah Im out c'here homie pitchin the game And yes I do the whole thing nigga give me my change Yes we do the same thing out the brand new Range Little nigga like his father homie doin his thing We keep the gun for paper homie aimed and cocked Every nigga in my circle homie ready to pop We be ridin drop tops thats just how we rock And ill be ridin in the Phantom through my up town blocks Nigga [Chorus] [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Alright money on my mind Look I-I-I I hear you niggas wisperin I say wisperin cause you niggas ain't hollerin bout shit Po' pussy ass niggas gangster and me Look Birdman jr fuck the world pops And we gon keep it movin even if the world stops Stay strapped and laced like girl socks Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake Birthdays was the worst days Now we sippin on oowey when we thirsty Ya know, I do believe the moneys cursed me So I pray to God that the devil dont murk me, uh Lil' Wizzle but you bitches call me first place And papa taught me paper chase never skirt chase I put you niggas in the closet in the shirt space You niggas yellow like Sesame street Bert's face Worst case scenario, burial Two tone Carara like Mascara, uh The G4 take your boy where ever Like father, like son the era, nigga [Chorus]