Son of Yvonne Lyrics & Tabs by Masta Ace
Son of Yvonne
guitar chords lyrics
Yeah I was born, the son of Yvonne
Brownsville kid that wanna be on
Hit the streets running be gone
Outside with a curfew
Got lessons on honesty and virtue
And the people that would hurt you
Drug addicts ex convicts
Living in a world surrounded by these conflicts
So many too many to mention
You can feel all the tension
A mom s intervention
Tryina save her son from the worse fate
Getting home after 8 when she work late
Thank god for nana, I was in the control
In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol
Getting home after 8 when she work late
Thank god for nana, I was in the control
In the lobby, sitting on tenant patrol
Cause folks getting robbed on a regular
By chain snatching dudes, just in it for gold
Son of Yvonne had to fight up the street
He s a nice kid, but ain t nothing sweet
All I do, I do it for you
It s for all you did, when I was a kid
Cause his mad friends ain t wanna be born
But I m glad that I m the son of Yvonne
Son of Yvonne, better get the best grades
Couple of B s, a C and the rest A s
Not top of the class, but not nearly last
I beat your ass if you think you gonn barely pass
But all my best friends, they be ditching school
Every week is like a Friday ritual
Son of Yvone, sharp as a kitchen tool
All I do, I do it for you
It s for all you did, when I was a kid
Cause his mad friends ain t wanna be born
But I m glad that I m the son of Yvonne x 2
I was born, son of Yvonne,
Grand son of... heard you rap now
Devon, let me hear
I get pissed and leave
Nana upstairs, make a sweet potato pie
Cause it s Christmas Eve
Under the tree, efx racing track
Pick up a gift, shake it in, place it back
I wonder what it is, instead of taking a guess
Next morning, open gifts, making a mess
Nana always sits in the same chair
Jackson 5 singing Rudolf the reindeer
In the background, I go upstairs
To see what Mike got,
Then I come back down, to enjoy all
Nana good cooking
Life in the hood Brooklyn good looking
Son of Yvonne, Brownsville born in bread
And like that quill, nana got on the bed
I m a bunch of things, all sown together
To make one man, that will be known forever
All I do, I do it for you
It s for all you did, when I was a kid
Cause his mad friends ain t wanna be born
But I m glad that I m the son of Yvonne x 2
