Thomasina Atkins - Family Business lyrics

[Intro] How's your son? (all the things) He made the team this year? (all, all, all the things things) Aight, they said he wasn't tall enough (...all all that glitters is not gold And all gold is not reality Real is what you lays on me) Ma we here we gon' cook this Sunday ok? That's a new girlfriend? [Verse 1] 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 This 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 the guard have to look all through 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 gla**? And look, you tell me you ain't did it then you ain't did it And if you did, then that's family business [Hook] And I don't care 'bout (all the diamond rings all the diamond rings) 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 that glitters is not gold, now gold is not reality) Now all I know I know all these things (real is what you lease on me) [Verse 2] This is family business And this is for everybody standing 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 eating her food And 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 3 in the bed if it's 6 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 bed [Interlude] Rain, 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 say [Verse 3] I woke up early this morning with a new state of mind A creative way to rhyme without using knives and guns Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to God And keep your face to the risin' sun All my n***as from the Chi, that's my family, dog And my n***as 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, dog You ain't got to get heated at every house warmin' Sittin' here, grillin' people like George Foreman Why Uncle Ray and Aunt Shiela 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 letting everybody in our family business [Hook] (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, all the things) (all all that glitters is not gold, now gold is not reality) They don't mean a thing a thing (all, all, all the things) They don't mean a thing a thing a thing 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 thing All these things, all these things All these things, all these things ... [Outro] CLK Mercedes Benz All these things, all these things ... All these things, all these things ... All these things, all these things ... A whole lotta money 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