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Mama Don't Understand

Ambrosia

Anthology

1997

an unfriendly world outside
They say things will pick up by summer
Can we borrow the car, will you watch little Clyde
Thanks a lot

Mama don't understand

Tell me I can do this
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I got this, I got this, I got this, I got this
Yo
Tired of starving we gone get it by any means
Ain't have

when
It's getting realer, give ten to Sheila
'Cause she come from a place the
Fiends can outlive the dealers
You don't know the half of it
Waving sticks

the kitchen dirty dancin'
Gotta thank the plug

Got a 100 on the road, 50 in the air
50 in the clip, quarter milli' trip half OG
Half cookies I don't fuck with

the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by

ain't got enough to live
So I'm feeling stuck at my shift
Pouring all these pints at the 'luxe
As I'm riffing all this stuff that I've written
Rapping in

for 250
Deal done, a hundred of 'em on the way to Memphis
I stopped in Texas and poured up a pint with Paul Wall
Slam dunking P's around this bitch like

downing most this liquor
Half pints or pitchers don't matter long as I'm lit up
Zip up my hoodie cuz it's cold outside
Searching for reason why I'm weeping

tease him, beat him
Mama rules, never fed

Mama raised us, half fed
Dad just raised, he just fled
Mama rules, do what I said
Wash them dishes, clean

you’ll fuck the baddest models
I get home all my mama wanna talk about is college
Bless her heart she never stood a chance
I wasn’t born with a spoon just

Half the time I be losing myself
And the other half I don't know what to do with myself
I been talking to the walls lately
Thinking been off lately

Krazy

Makaveli

The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory [Clean]

1996

the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do? 
You know how we do it

Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got

em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap

Your bitch came to my house to
Get fucked by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These niggas don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in

Match of the Day

Genesis

Spot the Pigeon

1977

There's the Reds and there's the Greens
Super slicks and has beens,
They're accompanied by three men dressed in black,
One's a whistle, two are

Road Angel

The Doobie Brothers

What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits

1974

with me
She put her hand into her bag, now
Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce
Sneakin' 'round the corner, drinkin' whiskey from a jar

I don't

half past three
Think my baby done pooped on me

Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me
In the evening, ain't nobody home but me
In

the half of it

Aww damn another rapper
Beginnings was just a bastard
Just mama, a single mattress
No signs of the dad that had me
Had brothers from other

to think
I been pissin' out a couple bentleys
That shit come from drinking pints
Family keep on asking for some money so I moved away
Pull up on a foreign

I'm a sport, don't worry about how much walk I got
I'm a pool, who's talking about act
He'll half a line, I'm a four
That's a bullet hole in your

I'm a sport, don't worry about how much walk I got
I'm a pool, who's talking about act
He'll half a line, I'm a four
That's a bullet hole in your

Andalé serving out of that gray Honda
I was selling on Rhonda, yeah
Niggas thought that they knew
Me my whole life
Never knew where my mama stay
So it's

that's like four chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in a Mulsanne (skrrt-skrrt)
Fashionably, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game

Doe Rae Me (Hailie's Revenge)

Eminem

Straight from the Lab

2003

put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)