Lyrics:
know mama couldn't make daddy go
But mama she never stop praying, she said Lord have your way
Daddy stopped by the Church before his dying day
Come
star
Was the love in Mama's eyes
As she said, "Merry Christmas, kids",
And she kissed us goodnight
And the organ's quiet now,
And Mama's gone
But
Of the telephone she was smiling
And she asked me a question that I proudly answered
She said son did you take time to know her
I said mama she's the best
But today
thought you said!
Now all you lil' mothas go to bed
and tell ya lil brotha to go to bed
[Kids] You ain't my daddy!
[HMSS] SHUT UP!
[Kids] You ain't my
that I'm a toy?
To be played with by every boy?
Well, they're wrong to think I
Will be caught by the wink of an eye
My mama didn't lie
(Mama
that I'm a toy?
To be played with by every boy?
Well, they're wrong to think I
Will be caught by the wink of an eye
My mama didn't lie
(Mama
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"
And then she said "I got some news this mornin'
know
My oh, my oh, my
I don't know, but my baby's putting down
My mama told me, my mama sat down and cried
She said, "You're too young a man,
know
My oh, my oh, my
I don't know, but my baby's putting down
My mama told me, my mama sat down and cried
She said, "You're too young a man,
trying to feed us
Mama that's enough for me but you deserve more
That's why I'm in this store with this '44 tucked in my dungarees
We gotta get it by
mama use to pray for me every
Night I was sitting in that cell
Goin' straight to hell
Man I said I gotta get my flow
Remember sitting in my cell my
Mama
love in East L.A.
To the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
Played by Carlos Santana
I said a la favella, los colores
The streets
went to his father to ask his advice
His father said, "son, I have to say no
The girl is your sister, but your mama don't know"
Oh, misery, shame
Most each and every day
And when we'd got home hot
And hungry and tired
Mama kept us all to pray
And she said: "Jesus is your Savior, child
Don't ever
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
do it for the coca
She hmu
Said she needed to score
If its good like the last
Bring a 3 and a 4
Cmon pull up
We can meet at the store
The one by
a trace
Mama I'm sorry I said that I'm sorry
Mama I'm sorry wanna tell you I'm sorry
Mama I'm sorry I said that I'm sorry
Mama I'm sorry never said I was
elite
With maids and servants at my feet
I must have been insane
I lied and said mama died on a weekend trip to Spain
She never got out of the house
Never
You're my one and only mama
You're my one and only mama
I promised my mama imma get it right yeah
Imma get it right yeah
Imma get it right yeah
Imma
head
And break your new bond there's a plan in place, it ain't yours, it's God's
So you calm down a little with the words from your mama
Weeks go by you
When I was young and went to school
My mama taught me the magic rule
And what she said I tried my best to follow
She said
You Can't Judge a Book by
They need drugs, drugs, oh, to ease their mind
They need to find, find, someone to call for dimes
And mama said,
You can't be a thug,
Cause you'll
So tell your mama don't wait up you gon' be home late
Ay yo I'm trying to have a long night
Long night
'Cause lately all I've been living is short
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