And still searchin' But Jesus and Mama always loved me Even when the Devil took control Jesus and Mama always loved me This I know I wish Mom could see me now And
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skirts and high heels Short skirts and high heels Short skirts and high heels Yeah, get it, get low Short skirts and high heels Short skirts and high heels Short skirts and
She asks me why I'm just a hairy guy I'm hairy noon and night Hair that's a fright I'm hairy high and low Don't ask me why Don't know It's not for lack
a rope Left me danging high and dry They picked my bones and the crows took flight I see myself swinging in the gentle breeze Remembering girls and the way they teased Mama and
on it, it's on! I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustla's, meanwhile Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin'! I swear these dolla's gon' add up And
and K'naan they don't know is they're radio How the hell did they fit the TV in the radiooo [Wale:] They told me go in, no problem I'm a go in And shy
at, and break bread at! These Sommabitches got ah nigga fucked up, my attitude is already rude! And too many people make me parnoid, so I'll wet ah bitch and
and let him know whether he did it or not god has his back from the get go, a lil mama that's hustlin riskin her freedom, house full of kids and none
kins If I can get up and go get mine, you can get up and get your ends It ain't hard, just man plot and strategize If you focused on your goal, you just
mama I'm alright with that Strapped down with a shank in my tank, hit niggaz all night with that And it ain't no love left, fuck all of my foes and friends
cried on my shoulders and I cried on yours Yeah you rode on my enemies, so I ride on yours But it's a different day and time And we don't even kick it
Houston Texas, niggaz make they own bleed Every night another murder scene, that could of been prevented But the truth is we most def, and the last soul tormented Every now and
old and use to frowning daily, trying to figure out Who was the friend, who was the foes, you know it's bout to drive me crazy Mama, tell Jesus I can'
a hoop ain't driven Headed for prison, but mama I'm all right with that Struck down a shank in my tank, these niggas all night with that And it ain't
years old and use to frowning daily, trying to figure out Who was the friend, and who was the foe, you know it's bout to drive me crazy Mama, tell Jesus
s comany and four is a crowd And my situation is seven everybody else can move around Look at your friends and your friends peeping, they burn bridges In they household, come into your home and
