and I'd been begging And I just want to take care of you and I want you to Tell Mama, all about it, tell Mama, what you need Tell Mama, what you want
Fordítás: Grateful Dead. Mondja Mama.
a thumb on it's nose and a hand on your collar With a chance to say, hey hey, keep your day job.... Daddy may drive a v-8 'vette Mama may bathe in
the facial turn into a human tornado, yes I'm able, cut up the gonga, I'm Philly label blunt sponsered, blaze mo than a Grateful Dead concert, Smoke
shit on my mobile phone I never slip 'cause I keep the fully loaded chrome And half my niggas even stay a fan That's why we pour liquor for the Grateful Dead
you're strokin' Mama Mama's strokin' you So what's the one conclusion I can bring this number to? When you're good to Mama Mama's good to you! [Roxie
and don and frank None of us are groupies Pleased to meet all you girls Hiya howie... Tell 'em, tell 'em, we don't...we aren't groupies Howard Yeah We
plug Have goons pullin' gloves, leave the room full of slugs Catch me traffickin' on maroon colored dubs Couple Africans with balloons full of drugs If they like me, tell
press play like Puff, no pause at all Choppin' holes in the all the walls Thats all they saw [Verse 5: The Game] Hip Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple
I press play like Puff, no pause at all Choppin' holes in the all the walls Thats all they saw [Verse 5: The Game] Hip Hop ain't dead, it just took a
problems out. When she packed her bags, her destination wasn't clear; But I sensed that her intentions were honest and sincere. Ooh No news She could telephone, tell a friend, tell
pick yourself up, you stronger than that Quitting's for the weak, we been pushing too long to go back If you a single mama, there's one thang I wanna tell
