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Daughters
18,051
Hip-Hop/Rap
Daughters fue lanzado el 1 de enero de 2012 por Def Jam Recordings como parte del álbum Life Is Good
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Fecha de lanzamiento1 de enero de 2012
Sello discográficoDef Jam Recordings
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM85

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Nas
Nas
Intérprete
Steve Wyreman
Steve Wyreman
Guitarra
James Poyser
James Poyser
Teclados
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Teclados
Kaye Fox
Kaye Fox
Voces adicionales
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Nas
Nas
Autoría
No ID
No ID
Escritor
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Composición
Patrick Adams
Patrick Adams
Composición
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Composición
Paul Leka
Paul Leka
Composición
Gary DeCarlo
Gary DeCarlo
Composición
Dale Frashuer
Dale Frashuer
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
No ID
No ID
Producción
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Ingeniería de mezcla
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Ingeniería de grabación
Anna Ugarte
Anna Ugarte
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Verse 1]
Check it out
I call it
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters
[Verse 3]
I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
Who locked up, first I regretted it, then caught my rage
Like, how could I not protect her from this awful phase?
Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like a princess
But while I'm on stage, I can't leave her defenseless
Plus she see me switching women, pops is on some pimp shit
She heard stories of her daddy thuggin'
So if her husband is a gangster, can't be mad, I'll love him
Never for her, I want better, homie in jail, dead that
Wait till he come home, you can see where his head's at
**** got game, they be tryna live
He seen your momma crib, plus I'm sure he know who your father is
Although you real, plus an honest kid
Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit
You seventeen, I got a problem with it
She looked at me like I'm not the cleanest father figure, but she rockin' with it
[Verse 4]
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
[Verse 5]
This morning, I got a call, nearly split my wig
This social network said, "Nas, go and get your kid"
She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon' post no pic
Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit, right
Her mother cried when she asked her
Said she don't know what got inside this child's mind, she planted
A box of condoms on her dresser, then she Instagrammed it
At this point I realized, I ain't the strictest parent
I'm too loose, I'm too cool with her, shoulda drove more times to school with her
I thought I dropped enough jewels on her
Took her from private school, so she can get a balance to public school
They too nurture teen talents
They drove fast, one day, she's your little princess
Next day, she talking boy business, what is this?
They say the coolest players and foulest heart breakers in the world
God gets us back, he makes us have precious little girls
[Verse 6]
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
For my brothers with daughters, I call this
Not sayin' that our sons are less important
[Verse 7]
And I ain't tryna mess your thing up
But I just wanna see you dream up
I finally understand, it ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man, nah
The way mothers feel for they sons, our fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own poppa
When she date, we wait behind the door with a sawed-off
'Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Love
Written by: Dale Frashuer, Ernest Wilson, Gary DeCarlo, Nas, No ID, Patrick Adams, Paul Leka
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