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Willie B. Williams - Crooked Generation Lyrics




Oh, So then we've made the preparation
For a crooked generation
By looking out for number one

Oh, So then we've made the preparation
For a crooked generation
By looking out for number one

Looking out for number one
One hundred fifty-dollar shoes
The toys are so much fun
You don't want to tell them no
Don't want to be the one to tell her she can't go
But you say you did the best you could
Now they're tearing up your house and the neighborhood
But you want to be a friend
What they really needed was your discipline

Looking out for number one
Forget about your family, don't think about your son
You want to be the best
Got to pass the test, climb the ladder of success
So, you're staying out late at night
Throw a key around his neck he's gonna be alright
But you didn't think about the pain
Cause one day your little boy is gonna gang bang

What you gonna do mamma
When number 2 turns his back on you
What you gonna do, well
When your latchkey kid turns the latch on you

Tell me, what you gonna do papa
When number 2 turns his back on you
What you gonna do, well
When number 2 turns on you

Oh, so then we've made the preparation
For a crooked generation
By looking out for number one

That's right teach him dad
Teach him how to run when the trouble comes
Teach him how to walk away
When he feels a little pain, he can catch a plane
But you tell him that you love him so
But, does he go to school
You don't know
But you want him to be a man
But what he sees in you he's gonna do

What you gonna do daddy
When number 2 turns his back on you
What you gonna do, well
When your latchkey kid turns the latch on you

Tell me, what you gonna do daddy
When number 2 turns his back on you
What you gonna do, well
When number 2 turns on you

Oh, so then we've made the preparation
For a crooked generation
By looking out for number one

One
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Oh, So then we've made the preparation
For a crooked generation
By looking out for number one

Oh, So then we've made the preparation
For a crooked generation
By looking out for number one

Looking out for number one
One hundred fifty-dollar shoes
The toys are so much fun
You don't want to tell them no
Don't want to be the one to tell her she can't go
But you say you did the best you could
Now they're tearing up your house and the neighborhood
But you want to be a friend
What they really needed was your discipline

Looking out for number one
Forget about your family, don't think about your son
You want to be the best
Got to pass the test, climb the ladder of success
So, you're staying out late at night
Throw a key around his neck he's gonna be alright
But you didn't think about the pain
Cause one day your little boy is gonna gang bang

What you gonna do mamma
When number 2 turns his back on you
What you gonna do, well
When your latchkey kid turns the latch on you

Tell me, what you gonna do papa
When number 2 turns his back on you
What you gonna do, well
When number 2 turns on you

Oh, so then we've made the preparation
For a crooked generation
By looking out for number one

That's right teach him dad
Teach him how to run when the trouble comes
Teach him how to walk away
When he feels a little pain, he can catch a plane
But you tell him that you love him so
But, does he go to school
You don't know
But you want him to be a man
But what he sees in you he's gonna do

What you gonna do daddy
When number 2 turns his back on you
What you gonna do, well
When your latchkey kid turns the latch on you

Tell me, what you gonna do daddy
When number 2 turns his back on you
What you gonna do, well
When number 2 turns on you

Oh, so then we've made the preparation
For a crooked generation
By looking out for number one

One
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Writer: Willie B. Williams, Jr.
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