Nobody like you, there's nobody else That I place above you That's why I dedicate this song to you I love you mama!
3 boys, 1 girl, no chumps I was the oldest, she carried me for 9 months Made her way out of no way with little money But somehow we always had clothes for Easter Sunday You always gave us our freedom, you never sheltered us That's why we ? to this day, ain't no pumkin us Worked 3 jobs all through the weekdays But still managed to make it out to my baseball games We didn't have much, but we was grateful Had a roof over our head and food on the table And to make ends meet and pay some bills We'd swallow our pride and have an old-school rummage sale If I talked back and got loud You'd say "boy I brought you into this world And I'll take your ass out!" It's a trip how history repeats itself, for real And the things you said to me now, I say that to my children
Nobody like you, there's nobody else That I place above you That's why I dedicate this song to you I love you mama!
Gotta love your mama, even if she crazy or away You could be gone tomorrow, but you're here today Every night before I go to bed I pray And ask the Lord to put the blood of Jesus Around my familay. The less-fortunate, the underprivileged Urban life, inner-city, single parent living Every Thanksgiving, you'd make our favorite dish: chips Macaroni and cheese, mustard greens, turkey and dressing And as far as sweets, can't nobody touch you When you'd make your famous banana nut bread and 7-Up cake I'm so happy mama, you learned how to text And smack me up the side when I don't visit Cache Creek Casino, Mother's Day I put you on the bus To go play Bingo. Talk about my mama, man? Probably shouldn't do that! My Mama would give you the shirt off her back
Nobody like you, there's nobody else That I place above you That's why I dedicate this song to you I love you mama!
My mama hip! My mama ain't no sap My mama listen to Al Green and she listen to rap When I was busy with my own hood drama She would jump in and tell them go get they mama True story. Real talk. You know your mama gon' have your back Even if you ? I'm just talking about the past If I didn't fight back, my mama would beat MY ass! So I'd rather see you than her Tears on my face, putting ? on your bro Bar none, taught me to be hard My god-sisteer Donna and her brother Bernard It's different from now, but back then We'd fight our best friends, next day they'd be back friends It's a trip how history repeats itself, for real And the things you said to me now, I say that to my children
