Oh, coming right behind you, swear I'm gonna find you, one of these nights One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights We're gonna find out, pretty mama, what turns on your lights The full moon is calling, the fever is high And the wicked wind

Can't nobody do your body like my body I'm sorry, your mama know what it is I'll write your name on the living room wall There she go looking like my future baby mama I'm about to give her all of her grandkids Singin' there she go looking like my future

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

Even though I know it's been tough I can't stress enough no matter what, mama I love you You've always been there by my side You've taught the wrong from the right, mama I love you This for you (uh) there ain't one day that go by where I don't think

In the ghetto On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The child needs a

Mama's got a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps at night And the music's all right 'Cause she's playing all night She wears on her chest And when daddy comes home He never gets no rest Well the kids don't eat And the dog can't sleep

Don't go crying to your mama Ain't it fun Living in the real world So what are you gonna do Being all alone 'Cause you're on you're own, in the real world 'Cause you're on your own, in the real world When the world don't orbit around you Ain't it good

The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama stop breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down

Shawty gettin' freaky and nasty (Woo!) I'm a rich ass nigga, you a bitch ass nigga I'ma put face in it Nigga, quick fast, nigga Got a stick, grrragh Hit your bitch ass nigga Better talk to me nice when you hit that, nigga, yeah Heard my mama workin' with

Let's talk it over one more time Oh, now, now Oh, come back, baby, yeah, yeah Oh, come back, baby Oh, mama, please, don't go, yeah 'Cause the way I love you Child, you'll never know Well, I admit, baby That I was wrong