When it came to singles, Tha Carter 2 stalled after the leadoff "Fireman," so it's no big surprise this album is filled with hooks, infectious beats, and that trunk-rumbling weekend music Cash Money was built on. Like Father, Like Son is a celebration of Wayne and Cash Money's success, a testament to the allegiance the two feel toward each other, and most likely a way for Birdman to set Wayne on the right path as label boss. The biggest reason of all is Lil Wayne's Tha Carter 2, so Birdman bumps him up to president and suddenly the rapper who was evolving with more complex lyrics, strange vocal rhythms, and risky production choices is creative director of the label that used be the down-low dirty-dirty. Critically, they're doing better than ever, respected in a way they weren't back when they had Juvenile and Mannie Fresh. Recording information: CMR South Studios, Miami, FL Hit Factory Criteria, Miami, FL.Ĭash Money's rise and fall has been talked to death, but it's important to note that the 2006 collaboration between Birdman (Cash Money CEO) and Lil Wayne (Birdman's "surrogate son" and Cash Money's president) lands while the label is on the upswing. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Personnel: Lil Wayne, Birdman Thomas Marasciullo (vocals) Kevin Mayer (guitar, bass guitar) Daz Dillinger, Fat Joe, Rick Ross, Kurupt, T-Pain, Cashville.
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Get the embed code Birdman & Lil Wayne - Like Father Like Son Album Lyrics1.1st Key2.About All That3.Ain't Worried Bout Shit4.Army Gunz5.Brown Paper Bag6.Cali Dro7.Don't Die8.Family Rules (Skit)9.Get That What I'm Doin'12.Leather So Soft13.Like Father Like Son14.No More15.Out The Pound16.Over Here Hustlin'17.Shooter18.Stuntin' Like My DaddyBirdman & Lil Wayne Lyrics provided by You n***** is yellow like Sesame Street's Bert's face I put you n***** in the closet, in the shirt space Lil' Wizzle but you b****** call me first placeĪnd poppa taught me paper chase never skirt chase So I pray to God that the devil don't murk me, huh Ya know, I do believe the money's cursed me Stay dapped and drapped like a birthday cake
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We be ridin' drops tops that's just how we rockĪnd I'll be rollin' in the Phantom through my uptown blocks, ***Īnd we goin' keep it movin' even if the world stops We keep the gun for paper, homey aimed and cockedĮvery n**** I'm my circle homey ready to pop Lil' n*** like his father homey doing his thang Yes, we do them old thangs out the brand new range Yeah, I'm out here homey pitchin' the gameĪnd yes I do the whole thang, n*** give me my change Remember what my poppa told me, young stunna So I take heed to every single word that he tell me My mother Cita now say that he was sent from Heaven My mother Cita she said that I was wit the devil He was my preacher so I was like f*** the reverend He was my teacher so I was like f*** the lesson Listen, Birdman put me on when I was just eleven
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We do this state to state thing and cheat the priceĪnd Rufus came home and I told him to shaveīut he was tellin' me 'bout these p**** n***** back in the 80's, baby We got them birds flying out and we allowed them pipes You'll be the next T-shirt, we ya hood all night We stay on the grind homey 'cause we grind harder Keep the gun, the extra clip homey that's how we rockĪnd like father like son daddy we don't borrow The n**** the f*** wit 'cause we will popįorty cal keep it cocked n*** ready to block 'Cause these n***** act a fool and we'll be quick to put it on 'em
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