You remind me of you Yes you do now When you cry when you cry Well your mama's gonna dry your eyes Well your mama made you pretty And your mama made you sweet Your daddy gave you daydreams And more cushion in your seat

Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do now? Me seh want some lady whatcha gonna do? Mama, mama, dem hold papa Seh dem charge him for smoke ganja If me never jump two fence, dem

All I know is grind (Grind) Wonder why the Lord steady sendin' me blessings, I don't know why (Don't know why) Mama thanked me for her place And looked me in my face and then she started cryin' (Started cryin') My talent take me different places I can

Ien-cli à la puce Ien-cli dans le binks Promenade, surveillant Nourrice bienveillante Les frérots sortent du parlu, mula calé dans l'anus Et j'préfère compter mes liasses que de compter sur les gens Olalala, olalala C'est le ghetto, c'est la réelle life

But I cannot forget Refuse to regret So glad I met you and Take my breath away Make everyday Worth all of the pain that I have gone through And Mama I've been cryin' Cause things ain't how they used to be She said, "The battle's almost won

And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical Mama please don't cry, I will be alright All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy And even I know this ain't smart But mama I'm in love with a criminal He is a hustler, he's no good at all He

Space coupe look like a UFO (Whoa) Smokin' on dope (Damn) They call me Yao 'cause my eyes real low (Low) Pourin' up fours (Whoa) You the type of nigga go cry to a ho (Ho) Butterfly doors (Ooh) Baby mama whip a pot on the stove (Whip it) Ain't no joke

Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on

Mama don't cry no more Wipe those tears from your eyes Mama, theres so many nights we sleep in a bundle like a flock of sheep Ooh..better days are there for sure Oh I will bear the hunger, we poor Mama, theres so many times we go through days without

Lady Pearl in jail lady Pearl in jail Mama love I'm on my way don't you cry You'll rise You'll fight Went along the mountain side I'll make it just in time A letter from her mother now dying in her bed Get on home quickly with the medicine No money in