Crash, here it comes Is it nearly over? Flames, up in smoke That's the way it burns Every mother's son Knows he's going nowhere Brave and then broken
My mother and girl is smothered in pearls Before a nigga under the world When I was eleven got the truly dict My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me son
not make things possible But, she could make them holy, holy But she gave him a daughter and she gave him a son She was a mother and a wife and a lover
talk to me, come talk to me He said, "Dad I'm big, but we're smaller than small In the scheme of things, well we're nothing at all Still every mother
She counted your fingers and toes and thank God you were whole Son you outta know who loved you first, that's right And who always came running every
but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock for forty days and forty nights and every
riches and digits You probably know this nigga named Bobby Sister named Ronnie with the two-tone body Cat fueled with Bacardi, throw parties every Friday Fake lady lover, fucked his baby mother
say party over here And ain't shit over there East coast west coast everywhere Your mother f***ers ain't playin fair We gon run your mother f***ers outta
En Un Bote Cigarro, eh? Que Tu Sabes D'eso? Que Tu Sabes D'eso? Que Tu Sabes D'eso? Tu No Sabes D'eso! [Verse 1: Pitbull] Donchu You Know That Every
my connection to the world outside Yeah, the world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer The candidates are running and the Son of God is
you're doing You know it sure is fun If it happened to your mother Would you laugh so hard? Well, that was someones son or brother That you kicked so
me (please) what's goin' on Repeat chorus Verse 3: Afrika, Mike G A: Now, I've been told all the do's and don't-do-not's My mother, hallelujah
Some people say that I'm living inside the fast lane. Some people say that I'm going insane. Yesterday, I called my mother up on the phone. [hello? ] She said, "son
'm leavin' the game) But I guess I waited too late 'cos they just caught me Now I'm locked up, every mornin' I am prayin' for my son's safety One more
to moms, cause moms was the strongest Cause daddy abandoned me at a young age And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way And comin home late every
Cuz when I spit the verse the shit gets worse than Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every
him Homie, I'm the scheisse, pass Doctor Dre some I can't leave the game, I just can't walk away son No not-a-now, not a chance, not today, son I can
come back as vanilla ice's son And walk around the rest of my life spit on And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung Like r kelly as soon as "bump