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Crybaby
N.Inc Lyrics
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My momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow
When it came to rap and R&B and plenty more
Check it, if it wasn't on gospel, apostle
Or written in the Bible, then it go
So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway
Like, don't listen to rap, it's the evil music of today
But, I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the East Coast
Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red
And jump on the tour bus, do fifty eight shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said, cause I'm here with a stack of fed
And I got it from rap/hip-hop or whatever and I did not have to beg
So, here I stand, the mic in hand with my rap attire
And I like my fans spending grands cause we got the fire
I merchandise like 5 G's every half an hour
And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like
Wah wah wah (Crybaby)
When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like
Wah wah wah (Whatcha crying bout?)
If it's negative, I don't wanna hear it
Eliminating player haters with their evil spirits
I hear 'em talkin', they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy
They hating big in the magazine, and don't even know the boys
I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people
Run up to the car, pull out the mac lethal
Man that's a problem with the black people now
What ya need to know is that, in the world there's a lot of dough to stack
And the ones that wanna hold us back ain't been outside they cul-de-sac
Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it right down to where the shoulders at
Hating on the south? Why? Trippin' off them chips they got
You don't like that it's screwed and chopped
But you wanna get off in they pot
Wanna be MC you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot
'Cause they eighty fours be poking out
What the hell is you cryin' bout?
Everybody wanna be killa but not for reala
Bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla
By doin' it like I do it do the work and believe in it
When you do it to the fullest ain't no problem achieving it
When I was broke, homie I went for mills
Got on the mic with the intent to kill
Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for real
I drink Caribou Lou, and you drink Enfamil, chump
[Chorus:]
You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the ghetto
Or trailer park, it don't matter even if he black or if he guerro
But, you don't know how to be male
Instead of a Timberland, you probably in a stiletto
Better yet in a baby shoe, jealous or maybe you
Sick of me cause I'm making dinero
And you don't wanna get clapped at
You want a standing ovation? I thought not!
You say you better than rappers on radio, man that's false chop
Try to run up on me, 'cause a benzo will never be in your car slot
Try to step up on the scene, my infra-red beam's right at your soft spot
If you was on TV and balling you wouldn't groan and trip
He'd keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip
Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip
?? with a chrome thing on his hip
But just know your hip will not stop the hop
'Cause when you look at the big picture, my block pops a lot daily
So keep on thinking my clock stops the shots
And I can quickly bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby
[Chorus:]
The lyrics to "CryBaby" by N.Inc explores the rapper's upbringing and his love for rap music despite initially being discouraged by his family, who preferred gospel music. The song also addresses haters who try to bring down successful rappers and the need to eliminate negativity from one's life. N.Inc dismisses any negative critiques and instead focuses on rising above it and working hard to achieve success. He showcases his confidence in his abilities, merchandising skills and his desire to make a lot of money to prove his detractors wrong.
The chorus of the song repeats the phrase, "Wah wah wah," mocking those who complain and cry, implying that they cannot handle the successful life that comes with being a rapper. N.Inc calls for unity among rappers, celebrating the success of those who come from the ghetto, trailer parks, or any background. He acknowledges that he faces criticism and envy from others, but he doesn't let it affect his pursuit of success. The song's message revolves around having a thick skin, not letting haters bring you down, and not being afraid to be yourself.
Line by Line Meaning
I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO
The rapper was born in 1971 in Kansas City, Missouri
My momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow
The rapper's mother was religious and strict about music, so the family didn't listen to much except gospel.
When it came to rap and R&B and plenty more Check it, if it wasn't on gospel, apostle Or written in the Bible, then it go
The rapper's family only listened to gospel music or anything related to the church, and nothing else.
So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway Like, don't listen to rap, it's the evil music of today
The rapper's family wasn't fond of rap music, but he ended up liking it despite being told not to listen to it.
But, I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the East Coast So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
The rapper really liked the East Coast rap sound and decided to put his own spin on it, which shook up the rap industry.
Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red And jump on the tour bus, do fifty eight shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of bread
People claim that rap is dead, but the rapper is still making a lot of money from touring.
Can't believe that that was said, cause I'm here with a stack of fed And I got it from rap/hip-hop or whatever and I did not have to beg
The rapper can't believe that people think rap music isn't profitable when he is making a lot of money simply from rap.
So, here I stand, the mic in hand with my rap attire And I like my fans spending grands cause we got the fire I merchandise like 5 G's every half an hour
The rapper enjoys performing and selling merchandise at shows, making a lot of money in a short amount of time.
And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier
People who complain about rap music are like babies who need a pacifier.
[Chorus: Repeat 2X] When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like Wah wah wah (Crybaby) When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like Wah wah wah (Whatcha crying bout?)
The chorus talks about how people who criticize rap music are like crying babies.
If it's negative, I don't wanna hear it Eliminating player haters with their evil spirits
The rapper doesn't want to hear negativity and wants to remove negative people with bad energy from his life.
I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people Run up to the car, pull out the mac lethal Man that's a problem with the black people now
The rapper understands that some rappers are envious and may try to physically harm others.
But just know your hip will not stop the hop 'Cause when you look at the big picture, my block pops a lot daily So keep on thinking my clock stops the shots And I can quickly bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby
The rapper encourages critics to continue hating on the genre, but it won't prevent rap music from thriving in his neighborhood.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Aaron Hall, Mariah Carey, Teddy Riley, Timothy Gatling, Trey Lorenz, Calvin Broadus, Gene Griffin
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@orclasept11
Lyrics:
Leave your home
Change your name
Live alone
Eat your cake
Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Oh, the water's a-rising
There's still no surprising you
Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Man, it's all been forgiven
Swans are a-swimmin'
I'll explain everything to the geeks
All the very best of us
String ourselves up for love
All the very best of us
String ourselves up for love
All the very best of us
String ourselves up for love
All the very best of us
String ourselves up for love
Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Oh, the water's a-rising
There's still no surprising you
Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Man, it's all been forgiven
Swans are a-swimmin'
I'll explain everything to the geeks
Hanging from
Chandeliers
Same small world
At your heels
All the very best of us
String ourselves up for love
All the very best of us
String ourselves up for love
All the very best of us
String ourselves up for love
All the very best of us
String ourselves up for love
Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Oh, the water's a-rising
There's still no surprising you
Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Man, it's all been forgiven
Swans are a-swimmin'
I'll explain everything to the geeks
I'll explain everything to the geeks
I'll explain everything to the geeks
@SeinSchatten
One night a radio station played this song, but I only could remember the words "hanging from chandeliers". But when you google this words you find The National, and now I own all their records.
@subpar.smoocher
Joan Wilcox I love seeing you on every comment thread involving The National, it's great. Red Rocks was such a phenomenal experience, I wish I could be there now.
@omarwicab5447
my favorite song from the national is BRILLIANT MAN
@notsteve1313
This is one of the very few songs that can make me cry. Not because it is sad, but because it is so overwhelmingly relieving. To me, the song is about the narrator telling someone who is in immense pain, to the point where they feel like they have to leave everything behind and start again, that everything is going to be alright; and that they can go ahead and feel bad. There have already been points in my life where this song has been exactly what I needed, and I imagine there will be more in the future.
@almagenes
Perfect comment 👌
@CumhurYalcn
Absolutely perfect comment.
@loudcloud1499
Not Steve Vanderlyle crybaby cry..
@SoyBrig
so beautiful. Thank you for that summary.
@jhanziel
Sometimes you feel so alone, so overwhelmed by life and what happens, and then you find comments like this and realize somewhere, somehow, thanks to a song and a feeling, you're connected to a stranger and the world doesn't seem so lonely, like someone understands. It's amazing.
@claudiaalves2564
Yesterday I went to their show in Lisbon. It was completely sold out and the crowd knew all the lyrics to all their songs; old and new. This was the last song, played only in an acoustic guitar by the microphone with a few thousand people singing their hearts out with the band. I don't think I'll ever forget that feeling.