Lyrics:
you to play me
It's cockamanie you just ain't zanie enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
I got screws loose, yea
"Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I got to plow"
And mama said, "It was
she went out to Reno
To help her sister out in '62
And a flower from Hawaii, when they went on vacation
It was the first time that my daddy ever flew
Dear Mama, I know we had drama I write my feelings now with pens and commas
I know there was mistakes on both ends caught between being my mother
'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the last words from my
Wait, said mama
Patience, said mama
Breaking down is not an option
Make it happen my son
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea)
but we not makin' no G's
And that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from Player's
by myself
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel,
she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth
loud like Timmy (uh)
Had to clear these rumors
I got a headache and it's not a tumor
Get up on my lap, get my head tucked tight
Sprayed so I never
time, y'all thought a nigga was high, thought I was crazy
My mama, she ain't cut no corners
Got me back on track, I don't miss her oversteppin'
But do
Alessandro
Your sis give me head on recliners
Your wife wanna throw me vagina
I fuck on your aunt, ya mama
Got syrup like Aunt Jemima
Like the Maple Leaf,
Everybody go through stuff
Life is a gift, love, open it up
You're a child of destiny
You're the child of my destiny
You're my child with the child from
place
Ready for his big escape
And he tiptoed up the stairs and left a note
In the cover's fold
It said mom I wish I could wave a wand
And make you
(It's Diggy)
My mama said "don't be afraid babe" (I know you can't believe it, motherfucker)
To shit on all these niggas (Ah ha)
To shit on all these
Had my intial ring, gold chain, my lil' jewels
What was more than most had so I never got ridiculed
This was '89, matter fact it was '90
Crack was
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow
And mama said it was
'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today
[Verse 2]
This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mama's
With my hottie,
show it
All I knew is what I could see
And I knew I wanted her for me
Took her home to mama
Mama, want to see my future bride
Well she looked
marathons just to get established
To make it happen, you got to have it
Dedication, hard work plus patience
The sum of all my sacrifice, I'm done waitin'
Ah, what y'all say we pick it back up just a little bit right here?
Yeah, Cali, what you got, baby?
Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
To the young mothers
I feel ya, I know how it is
(Mama's just a little girl)
Don't nobody understand i feel ya
She was born a heavy set
Girl with
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