Meet The Parents Lyrics – The Game

Read the full Meet The Parents lyrics by The Game from the album The Documentary III along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy The Game’s music, you can also explore LA Monster and Nothing 2 Hide, two other songs by The Game.

[Intro]
Look, look at ’em, baby
They sleep
(Conductor)

[Verse 1]
You ever woke up and wish you didn’t?
Wish you was dead and still living?
Life supposed to be beautiful
But some days, this b!tch just ain’t giving
My baby mama tripping, my mama say she need s*it
Do anybody give a fu*k about me, s*it?

Deep s*it and it get deeper
‘Cause my tenth grade teacher told me that I wouldn’t be s*it
So I’m sitting here rolling trees up
Staring at the wall with my feet up
Next to a chick with some D cups
Trying not to wake her like my parents woke me up
Let her get some rest ’cause I’m sure not
Contemplating suicide while my soul rot
So I’ll probably wait ’til she gone
‘Cause I don’t want her have to clean up all my blood on her own

[Chorus]
I ain’t ask to be born, I ain’t ask for the drama
I ain’t ask for my daddy to hit my mama
I ain’t ask for nothing
I ain’t ask them to wake me out my sleep ’cause they was loud while they was fu*king
I ain’t ask them to listen
To how I felt about them cooking crack in our kitchen
I ain’t ask them why they chose to be Crips
Or how I became a Blood when I ain’t asked for this s*it

[Post-Chorus]
I ain’t ask for this s*it
(I ain’t ask for this s*it)
I ain’t ask for this s*it

(I ain’t ask for this s*it)

[Verse 2]
My little sister ran away when she was twelve
And I should’ve ran with her ’cause our life was living hell
I asked her why, she said, “I’m doing what I gots to do”
Sixth grade and turned into a prostitute
That’s why I beg you n!ggas, “Please don’t push me”
I’m selling crack and my sister selling pu*sy
Did you hear what I said? Get in my head
My daddy inadvertently showed me how to cook it
But he dead now
So I look up at the sky and told that n!gga, “Good looking”
My eyes red now, I need to find a bed now
Or somewhere where a n!gga can lay his head down
‘Fore my s*it just pop
I need the migraines to stop before I do it with the Glock
Subdue the pain ’cause my insides dying
And mama, it ain’t your fault and I thank you for trying

[Chorus]
I ain’t ask to be born, I ain’t ask for the drama
I ain’t ask for my daddy to hit my mama
I ain’t ask for nothing
I ain’t ask them to wake me out my sleep ’cause they was loud while they was fu*king
I ain’t ask them to listen
To how I felt about them cooking crack in our kitchen
I ain’t ask them why they chose to be Crips
Or how I became a Blood when I ain’t ask for this s*it

[Post-Chorus]
I ain’t ask for this s*it
(I ain’t ask for this s*it)
I ain’t ask for this s*it
(I ain’t ask for—)

[Outro]
Fu*k