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Mama Raised Me
作詞:Daryl Anderson, Calvin Broadus, Percy Miller, Jr., James Tapp
Mama raised me, raise me I'm a thug but still mama baby Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby
I live my life as a thug, roll with some killas Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride with some drug dealers Find me in a 3rd ward, pullin' all nightas Keep a tech 9 cocked for any nigga that don't like me Throw up your soldier rags if you rowdy
I represent a million muthafuckas that's bouded Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug Find me in the Range Rover buyin', sellin' street drugs Even though, this ghetto got me crazy Everytime I go to jail mama get me out 'cause I'm her baby
They weren't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby
I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali Shoot dice with killas and smoke with the dealers You can't tell me shit 'bout those streets homie I done, seen it and done it and lived the real from the phonies Out for this money, homies maintain their composure Since kids on the corners sellin' dope by the polas
Now I'ma a soldier muthafucka for the chips When I dips the trip, GP straight for DP Live the scripts, it's a trip, how my mama raised me Pops wasn't home, left us all alone Wasn't no thang 'cause my mama got game 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 She showed me everything except how to be a man
I understand, for all the streets and the jail time I caught The pain I brought, that wasn't what you taught It's probably pops fault, how I ended up Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given a fuck Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up Mama said,'Don't let up and baby boy, keep your head up'
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby
Now picture me, a ghetto child, runnin' wild Maybe if you emphasize, niggas supposed to pick us The world wouldn't be like it is now I made mom proud, when you mention me, she smile If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house
And my pop been locked up for ten years Life was a struggle, mom's shed so many tears That's why baby, ain't got nothin' that I love so much The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss
Momma, I loved you 'cause you brought me here But niggas startin' to hate and it's gettin' dark in here But I remember what you told me And do what you showed me, to take it slowly
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me I'm a thug but still mama baby
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