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    Mama Told Me

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    Добавлена 4 ноября 2009 пользователем N1

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    (Chorus) x2
    Mama told me there'd be days like this
    But I ain't never ever think there'd be a day like this (Naw!)
    Not now not ever,
    and now until forever you will never need another (Nigga!)
    Look...
    Sorry hiphop, it took me so long to get on
    but so long that I'm 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 I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
    That's why I shine like I does, it's pain in my eyes
    but these east saints blind you to look
    Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag,
    whoever tried to gravitate
    G told me it's a city full of crimes,
    I'm feelin' like a platter at Philip's when I rap
    As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is,
    they'd only be happy with a minstrel actor
    Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance,
    and fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam
    I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here
    My net is from jet setters to cab fares
    Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand
    Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared
    I been called the ???
    And I DC'd this whole fuckin' genre
    And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's
    But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper
    Yessir...
    (Chorus)
    The future is now,
    I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now
    Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought
    It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out
    I would invest in a poncho,
    'cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!)
    Ima go until my arm's sore, fuck it! I go until my 40 millionth encore
    Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me
    I guess that's hip-hop heads on salary
    We've had the tables, on them record labels
    Who's next to release? We guillotine them
    Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant everybody broke
    except the nigga on the track (Shit!)
    And mama why you throw away my drums?
    A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song
    Nigga I'm a hundred miles far, I'm feelin' Chris Childs
    You lookin' like Kobe Bryant ya'll
    It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it
    Now I'm playin' solitaire patient
    Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus
    See me as blasphemous for I don't need them
    God give me strength, Allah give me patience
    I am only a man and I don't know what to think
    (Chorus)
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