| Song | Thats My Kid |
| Artist | Tech N9ne |
| Artist | Cee Lo Green |
| Artist | Big K.R.I.T. |
| Artist | Kutt Calhoun |
| Album | Something Else |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| If my kid has a problem | |
| It’s up to me as the guardian to go solve ‘em | |
| Make my life and involve ‘em | |
| Late at night when I call ‘em | |
| I like to hear them say “daddy, your song is awesome” | |
| Instead of “gangbangers in school won’t let up” | |
| I’m fed up, I’m wonderin’ if you could come up and red up | |
| You shut up, negativity can’t be found inside my angels | |
| Even though I was stupid, but I put it down | |
| Set trippin’, I let it go – headed for energetic flow | |
| When I’m up to know that I was down and out | |
| But now I’m breaded though | |
| I know you saw me rep colors | |
| When I was young and dumb and malicious | |
| I’m thankful, that all my blemishes never made you suspicious | |
| Latched on to light that’s known to hype | |
| Apparent, you coherent knowing I rapped wrong to right | |
| Love and positivity instilled in my kid | |
| Their family, my family, their mother and I did | |
| Discipline starts at home, even if they can’t stand ya | |
| Watch ‘em, fights land, ya clock ‘em, right hand | |
| To stop em’ – that’s a man, if you stand up, even add a camera | |
| They won’t be James Holmes, and they won’t be Adam Lanza | |
| Or John Malvo, I’ll flow loud for my child though | |
| Ain’t raising no Groucho, evil out my house, yo | |
| Instead a me watchin’ ‘em disappear in the night air | |
| I’m at graduation sayin’ “that’s my kid right there” | |
| [Hook: Cee-Lo Green] | |
| I proudly claim my love | |
| The future’s born from my own flesh and blood | |
| All that matters this time | |
| So my prayer is that the sun will always shine | |
| On that sweet child of my mine | |
| [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] | |
| To my unborn I give my all so you could ball like I couldn’t | |
| Stay in school and play it smooth and do those things that I wouldn’t | |
| Pay attention, keep your distance from ignorant instances | |
| Play an instrument, anything that you want, just envision it | |
| Follow your dreams, no matter what may come and what may fall | |
| ‘Cause ain’t no shame in failin’ long as you know you gave your all | |
| Stand up, man up, get a handle on yourself, tighten your belt | |
| Do what you can to do for you and ya’ll just don’t | |
| Do it for the wealth that they offer | |
| It sounds awful, but if me and your mama ain’t talkin’ | |
| And she said that I ain’t offerin’ a call just as often as I should | |
| I pray that you get older and you understand | |
| That I was just doin’ what I could | |
| When she left me – if you have a second I could explain | |
| Like so many transitions in life, your people change | |
| Whether I’m on top… or dead in a box | |
| I love you dearly, sincerely, and that’ll never stop | |
| For my kid… | |
| [Hook: Cee-Lo Green] | |
| [Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun] | |
| Paris and Darius, Dariana, Unique, Oshay, Malik | |
| And one on the way in a matter of weeks | |
| But it’s a shame, ’cause I think that my other daughter ain’t mine | |
| Andrea baby, I love you, I guess your father was blind | |
| In due time you’ll understand it, how your mama was scandalous | |
| Wait, this don’t seem right, man, I don’t think I can handle it | |
| When I all I ever did was show love for you | |
| Sweated blood for you, any moment take a slug for you | |
| But it’s cool, the baby mama drama is expected | |
| And that karma’s gonna be what I’ve been blessed with | |
| Sit back and learn your lessons | |
| As our seeds grow from kids to adolescents | |
| Then resent you for yourself, it’s misdirection | |
| The first to heed the message is Malik | |
| Abandonded by his mama on Thanksgiving eve | |
| About three years ago, was up to me to feed to him morals | |
| Values, manhood, knowledge, a week ago he graduated | |
| You asking? Then I’mma say… |
| If my kid has a problem | |
| It' s up to me as the guardian to go solve ' em | |
| Make my life and involve ' em | |
| Late at night when I call ' em | |
| I like to hear them say " daddy, your song is awesome" | |
| Instead of " gangbangers in school won' t let up" | |
| I' m fed up, I' m wonderin' if you could come up and red up | |
| You shut up, negativity can' t be found inside my angels | |
| Even though I was stupid, but I put it down | |
| Set trippin', I let it go headed for energetic flow | |
| When I' m up to know that I was down and out | |
| But now I' m breaded though | |
| I know you saw me rep colors | |
| When I was young and dumb and malicious | |
| I' m thankful, that all my blemishes never made you suspicious | |
| Latched on to light that' s known to hype | |
| Apparent, you coherent knowing I rapped wrong to right | |
| Love and positivity instilled in my kid | |
| Their family, my family, their mother and I did | |
| Discipline starts at home, even if they can' t stand ya | |
| Watch ' em, fights land, ya clock ' em, right hand | |
| To stop em' that' s a man, if you stand up, even add a camera | |
| They won' t be James Holmes, and they won' t be Adam Lanza | |
| Or John Malvo, I' ll flow loud for my child though | |
| Ain' t raising no Groucho, evil out my house, yo | |
| Instead a me watchin' ' em disappear in the night air | |
| I' m at graduation sayin' " that' s my kid right there" | |
| Hook: CeeLo Green | |
| I proudly claim my love | |
| The future' s born from my own flesh and blood | |
| All that matters this time | |
| So my prayer is that the sun will always shine | |
| On that sweet child of my mine | |
| Verse 2: Big K. R. I. T. | |
| To my unborn I give my all so you could ball like I couldn' t | |
| Stay in school and play it smooth and do those things that I wouldn' t | |
| Pay attention, keep your distance from ignorant instances | |
| Play an instrument, anything that you want, just envision it | |
| Follow your dreams, no matter what may come and what may fall | |
| ' Cause ain' t no shame in failin' long as you know you gave your all | |
| Stand up, man up, get a handle on yourself, tighten your belt | |
| Do what you can to do for you and ya' ll just don' t | |
| Do it for the wealth that they offer | |
| It sounds awful, but if me and your mama ain' t talkin' | |
| And she said that I ain' t offerin' a call just as often as I should | |
| I pray that you get older and you understand | |
| That I was just doin' what I could | |
| When she left me if you have a second I could explain | |
| Like so many transitions in life, your people change | |
| Whether I' m on top or dead in a box | |
| I love you dearly, sincerely, and that' ll never stop | |
| For my kid | |
| Hook: CeeLo Green | |
| Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun | |
| Paris and Darius, Dariana, Unique, Oshay, Malik | |
| And one on the way in a matter of weeks | |
| But it' s a shame, ' cause I think that my other daughter ain' t mine | |
| Andrea baby, I love you, I guess your father was blind | |
| In due time you' ll understand it, how your mama was scandalous | |
| Wait, this don' t seem right, man, I don' t think I can handle it | |
| When I all I ever did was show love for you | |
| Sweated blood for you, any moment take a slug for you | |
| But it' s cool, the baby mama drama is expected | |
| And that karma' s gonna be what I' ve been blessed with | |
| Sit back and learn your lessons | |
| As our seeds grow from kids to adolescents | |
| Then resent you for yourself, it' s misdirection | |
| The first to heed the message is Malik | |
| Abandonded by his mama on Thanksgiving eve | |
| About three years ago, was up to me to feed to him morals | |
| Values, manhood, knowledge, a week ago he graduated | |
| You asking? Then I' mma say |
| If my kid has a problem | |
| It' s up to me as the guardian to go solve ' em | |
| Make my life and involve ' em | |
| Late at night when I call ' em | |
| I like to hear them say " daddy, your song is awesome" | |
| Instead of " gangbangers in school won' t let up" | |
| I' m fed up, I' m wonderin' if you could come up and red up | |
| You shut up, negativity can' t be found inside my angels | |
| Even though I was stupid, but I put it down | |
| Set trippin', I let it go headed for energetic flow | |
| When I' m up to know that I was down and out | |
| But now I' m breaded though | |
| I know you saw me rep colors | |
| When I was young and dumb and malicious | |
| I' m thankful, that all my blemishes never made you suspicious | |
| Latched on to light that' s known to hype | |
| Apparent, you coherent knowing I rapped wrong to right | |
| Love and positivity instilled in my kid | |
| Their family, my family, their mother and I did | |
| Discipline starts at home, even if they can' t stand ya | |
| Watch ' em, fights land, ya clock ' em, right hand | |
| To stop em' that' s a man, if you stand up, even add a camera | |
| They won' t be James Holmes, and they won' t be Adam Lanza | |
| Or John Malvo, I' ll flow loud for my child though | |
| Ain' t raising no Groucho, evil out my house, yo | |
| Instead a me watchin' ' em disappear in the night air | |
| I' m at graduation sayin' " that' s my kid right there" | |
| Hook: CeeLo Green | |
| I proudly claim my love | |
| The future' s born from my own flesh and blood | |
| All that matters this time | |
| So my prayer is that the sun will always shine | |
| On that sweet child of my mine | |
| Verse 2: Big K. R. I. T. | |
| To my unborn I give my all so you could ball like I couldn' t | |
| Stay in school and play it smooth and do those things that I wouldn' t | |
| Pay attention, keep your distance from ignorant instances | |
| Play an instrument, anything that you want, just envision it | |
| Follow your dreams, no matter what may come and what may fall | |
| ' Cause ain' t no shame in failin' long as you know you gave your all | |
| Stand up, man up, get a handle on yourself, tighten your belt | |
| Do what you can to do for you and ya' ll just don' t | |
| Do it for the wealth that they offer | |
| It sounds awful, but if me and your mama ain' t talkin' | |
| And she said that I ain' t offerin' a call just as often as I should | |
| I pray that you get older and you understand | |
| That I was just doin' what I could | |
| When she left me if you have a second I could explain | |
| Like so many transitions in life, your people change | |
| Whether I' m on top or dead in a box | |
| I love you dearly, sincerely, and that' ll never stop | |
| For my kid | |
| Hook: CeeLo Green | |
| Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun | |
| Paris and Darius, Dariana, Unique, Oshay, Malik | |
| And one on the way in a matter of weeks | |
| But it' s a shame, ' cause I think that my other daughter ain' t mine | |
| Andrea baby, I love you, I guess your father was blind | |
| In due time you' ll understand it, how your mama was scandalous | |
| Wait, this don' t seem right, man, I don' t think I can handle it | |
| When I all I ever did was show love for you | |
| Sweated blood for you, any moment take a slug for you | |
| But it' s cool, the baby mama drama is expected | |
| And that karma' s gonna be what I' ve been blessed with | |
| Sit back and learn your lessons | |
| As our seeds grow from kids to adolescents | |
| Then resent you for yourself, it' s misdirection | |
| The first to heed the message is Malik | |
| Abandonded by his mama on Thanksgiving eve | |
| About three years ago, was up to me to feed to him morals | |
| Values, manhood, knowledge, a week ago he graduated | |
| You asking? Then I' mma say |