Letra de Family Business
How's your son? (All, all, all the things, things) He make the team this year? (All, all, all the things things) Aw th-, they said he wasn't tall enough? (All, all, all that glitters is not gold) Yeah, me we gon' cook this up (all gold is not reality) Sunday okay? Just come by That's your new girlfriend?This is family business And this is for the family that can't be with us And this is for my cousin locked down, know the answer's in us That's why I spit it in my songs so sweet Like a photo of your granny's picture Now that you're gone it hit us Super hard on Thanksgiving and Christmas, this can't be right Yeah, you heard the track I did man, "This Can't Be Life"Somebody please say grace so I can save face And have a reason to cover my face I even made you a plate, soul food, know how Granny do it Monkey bread on the side, know how the family do it When I brought it why did the guard have to look all to it? As kids we used to laugh Who knew that life would move this fast? Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass? And look, you tell me you ain't did it, then you ain't did it And if you did, then that's family businessAnd I don't care 'bout (all the, all the diamond rings, diamond rings) They don't mean a thing (all, all, all the things) All these fancy things I tell you that all my weight in gold (now gold is not reality) Now all I know, I know, all these thingsThis is family business And this is for everybody standin' with us Come on, let's take a family Grammy picture Abi, remember when they ain't believe in me? Now she like, "See, that's my cousin on TV" Now, we gettin' it and we gon' make it And they gon' hate it and I'm his favorite I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider But when we get together be electric slidin'Grandma, get 'em shook up Aw naw, don't open the photo book up I got an Aunt Ruth that can't remember your name But I bet them Polaroids'll send her down memory lane You know that one auntie, you don't mean to be rude But every holiday nobody eatin' her foodAnd you don't wanna stay there 'cause them your worst cousins Got roaches at their crib like them your first cousins Act like you ain't took a bath with your cousins Fit three in the bed while six of y'all I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg But you ain't have to tell my girl I used to pee in the bedRain, rain, rain go away Let the sun come out and all the children say Rain, rain, rain go away Let the sun come out and all the children sayI woke up early this mornin' with a new state of mind A creative way to rhyme without usin' knives and guns Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to God And keep your face to the risin' sun All my niggas from the Chi, that's my family dog And my niggas ain't my guys, they my family dog I feel like one day you'll understand me dog You can still love your man and be manly dogYou ain't got to get heated at every house warmin' Sittin' here, grillin' people like George Foreman Why Uncle Ray and Aunt Sheila always performin'? The second she storm out, then he storm in Y'all gon' sit down, have a good time this reunion And drink some wine like Communion And act like everything fine and if it isn't We ain't lettin' everybody in our family business, uh(All all all the diamond rings diamond rings) They don't mean a thing (all, all, all the things) They don't mean a thing (All all that glitters is not gold, now gold is not reality) They don't mean a thing, a thingAnd I don't care what they don't mean a thing (all, all, all the things) All these fancy things I tell you that all is my weight and gold All I know, I know all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all these thingsCLK Mercedes Benz All these things, all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all these things Mommy and Daddy, will you please stop fighting? All these things, all these things All these things (and I don't care why), all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all these things... Let's get Stevie outta jail