Mama Always Told Me 歌词
| 歌曲 | Mama Always Told Me |
| 歌手 | Silkk the Shocker |
| 专辑 | Charge It 2 Da Game |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : C Murder, Eightball ... | |
| (chorus)(3x) | |
| Mama always told me (told me) | |
| But papa never showed me (showed me) | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | |
| Mama always told me it'd happen | |
| But she never told me when | |
| She said probably happen when i get much older | |
| But i kinda wish it would of happened then | |
| Cuz i had my mind on gettin' some money | |
| Nigga i'm tryin' get rich | |
| Mom told me never trust these niggas | |
| And ummm never put your faith in the bitch | |
| See i hang with a bunch of grave yard villians | |
| Nigga robbin' sprees we stealin' | |
| Choppin' keys with drug dealers | |
| Click like pistol with killers | |
| They tried to preech to me, couldn't preech to me | |
| Tried to teach me, couldn't teach me | |
| See i've gotta learn the hard way on my own | |
| Cuz nobody else could give me a reason | |
| They always told me i'll probably end up dead | |
| Or in the pen see me and p some outcasts | |
| Can't arrest the family tellin' the kids not to be like him | |
| And see it was ruff some times but it had to be | |
| Enough trippin' on cess go hand your back and pass the weed | |
| I ran wild deep in the game off of change | |
| Nigga bitch won't fuck 'em nigga won't kill me | |
| But its all in the game | |
| See pop was too busy doin' his own thing to try to show me | |
| But mom told me silkk watch your paper | |
| At the top it gets lonely, mama told me | |
| (chorus)(2x) | |
| Mama always told me (told me) | |
| But papa never showed me (showed me) | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | |
| Token guns on my side, no limit niggas gone ride | |
| Paper chasin' for millions tru niggas won't die | |
| Make time for some dope nigga fuck bein' broke | |
| I live my life on the ropes nigga fuck the p.o. | |
| I leave you dead with the bustas | |
| Real niggas gone love us | |
| We make crack with the killers and sell dope to the country | |
| Nigga nigga outlaws and dealers tattoo and killers | |
| Niggas bout it with millions now the world gone feel this | |
| I'm staying tru to the game you bitches callin' my name | |
| Mama told me to change its ghetto blood in my vein | |
| See i got love for thugs never mix sex with drugs | |
| My enemy in blood when i come bury me a thug | |
| Henessy and weed be a ball with desert | |
| These shirts and kakis is how we work | |
| Hypnotized by change after fortune and fame | |
| I roll 20's and thangs rolex and change but uh.. | |
| (chorus)(2x) | |
| Mama always told me (told me) | |
| But papa never showed me (showed me) | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | |
| Right from the edge killer nigga gone off coke | |
| Brown sticky dope makin' niggas turn on their folks | |
| Ain't now rules, fools rush in but don't come out | |
| So many niggas round my way die runnin' their mouth | |
| Fairy tales are for children we ain't story book livin' | |
| South streets be bloody from all the shootin' and killin' | |
| Villians ride for similac and crack and smack | |
| And its a fact all killers ain't inner city blacks | |
| My homies have to serve on blocks that's hot with cops | |
| With rocks and stacks and be packed to get their scraps | |
| I don't knock it cuz if my pocket starts to lose weight | |
| You can find me on i-10 tryin' move weight | |
| My mama on her knees prayin' givin' god her time | |
| While i'm on the streets hustlin' tryin' gettin' what's mine | |
| Am i wrong am i right got can only determine | |
| I can only live my life and life is for learnin' check it | |
| (chorus)(4x) | |
| Mama always told me (told me) | |
| But papa never showed me (showed me) | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs |
| zuo ci : C Murder, Eightball ... | |
| chorus 3x | |
| Mama always told me told me | |
| But papa never showed me showed me | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | |
| Mama always told me it' d happen | |
| But she never told me when | |
| She said probably happen when i get much older | |
| But i kinda wish it would of happened then | |
| Cuz i had my mind on gettin' some money | |
| Nigga i' m tryin' get rich | |
| Mom told me never trust these niggas | |
| And ummm never put your faith in the bitch | |
| See i hang with a bunch of grave yard villians | |
| Nigga robbin' sprees we stealin' | |
| Choppin' keys with drug dealers | |
| Click like pistol with killers | |
| They tried to preech to me, couldn' t preech to me | |
| Tried to teach me, couldn' t teach me | |
| See i' ve gotta learn the hard way on my own | |
| Cuz nobody else could give me a reason | |
| They always told me i' ll probably end up dead | |
| Or in the pen see me and p some outcasts | |
| Can' t arrest the family tellin' the kids not to be like him | |
| And see it was ruff some times but it had to be | |
| Enough trippin' on cess go hand your back and pass the weed | |
| I ran wild deep in the game off of change | |
| Nigga bitch won' t fuck ' em nigga won' t kill me | |
| But its all in the game | |
| See pop was too busy doin' his own thing to try to show me | |
| But mom told me silkk watch your paper | |
| At the top it gets lonely, mama told me | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Mama always told me told me | |
| But papa never showed me showed me | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | |
| Token guns on my side, no limit niggas gone ride | |
| Paper chasin' for millions tru niggas won' t die | |
| Make time for some dope nigga fuck bein' broke | |
| I live my life on the ropes nigga fuck the p. o. | |
| I leave you dead with the bustas | |
| Real niggas gone love us | |
| We make crack with the killers and sell dope to the country | |
| Nigga nigga outlaws and dealers tattoo and killers | |
| Niggas bout it with millions now the world gone feel this | |
| I' m staying tru to the game you bitches callin' my name | |
| Mama told me to change its ghetto blood in my vein | |
| See i got love for thugs never mix sex with drugs | |
| My enemy in blood when i come bury me a thug | |
| Henessy and weed be a ball with desert | |
| These shirts and kakis is how we work | |
| Hypnotized by change after fortune and fame | |
| I roll 20' s and thangs rolex and change but uh.. | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Mama always told me told me | |
| But papa never showed me showed me | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | |
| Right from the edge killer nigga gone off coke | |
| Brown sticky dope makin' niggas turn on their folks | |
| Ain' t now rules, fools rush in but don' t come out | |
| So many niggas round my way die runnin' their mouth | |
| Fairy tales are for children we ain' t story book livin' | |
| South streets be bloody from all the shootin' and killin' | |
| Villians ride for similac and crack and smack | |
| And its a fact all killers ain' t inner city blacks | |
| My homies have to serve on blocks that' s hot with cops | |
| With rocks and stacks and be packed to get their scraps | |
| I don' t knock it cuz if my pocket starts to lose weight | |
| You can find me on i10 tryin' move weight | |
| My mama on her knees prayin' givin' god her time | |
| While i' m on the streets hustlin' tryin' gettin' what' s mine | |
| Am i wrong am i right got can only determine | |
| I can only live my life and life is for learnin' check it | |
| chorus 4x | |
| Mama always told me told me | |
| But papa never showed me showed me | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs |
| zuò cí : C Murder, Eightball ... | |
| chorus 3x | |
| Mama always told me told me | |
| But papa never showed me showed me | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | |
| Mama always told me it' d happen | |
| But she never told me when | |
| She said probably happen when i get much older | |
| But i kinda wish it would of happened then | |
| Cuz i had my mind on gettin' some money | |
| Nigga i' m tryin' get rich | |
| Mom told me never trust these niggas | |
| And ummm never put your faith in the bitch | |
| See i hang with a bunch of grave yard villians | |
| Nigga robbin' sprees we stealin' | |
| Choppin' keys with drug dealers | |
| Click like pistol with killers | |
| They tried to preech to me, couldn' t preech to me | |
| Tried to teach me, couldn' t teach me | |
| See i' ve gotta learn the hard way on my own | |
| Cuz nobody else could give me a reason | |
| They always told me i' ll probably end up dead | |
| Or in the pen see me and p some outcasts | |
| Can' t arrest the family tellin' the kids not to be like him | |
| And see it was ruff some times but it had to be | |
| Enough trippin' on cess go hand your back and pass the weed | |
| I ran wild deep in the game off of change | |
| Nigga bitch won' t fuck ' em nigga won' t kill me | |
| But its all in the game | |
| See pop was too busy doin' his own thing to try to show me | |
| But mom told me silkk watch your paper | |
| At the top it gets lonely, mama told me | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Mama always told me told me | |
| But papa never showed me showed me | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | |
| Token guns on my side, no limit niggas gone ride | |
| Paper chasin' for millions tru niggas won' t die | |
| Make time for some dope nigga fuck bein' broke | |
| I live my life on the ropes nigga fuck the p. o. | |
| I leave you dead with the bustas | |
| Real niggas gone love us | |
| We make crack with the killers and sell dope to the country | |
| Nigga nigga outlaws and dealers tattoo and killers | |
| Niggas bout it with millions now the world gone feel this | |
| I' m staying tru to the game you bitches callin' my name | |
| Mama told me to change its ghetto blood in my vein | |
| See i got love for thugs never mix sex with drugs | |
| My enemy in blood when i come bury me a thug | |
| Henessy and weed be a ball with desert | |
| These shirts and kakis is how we work | |
| Hypnotized by change after fortune and fame | |
| I roll 20' s and thangs rolex and change but uh.. | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Mama always told me told me | |
| But papa never showed me showed me | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs | |
| Right from the edge killer nigga gone off coke | |
| Brown sticky dope makin' niggas turn on their folks | |
| Ain' t now rules, fools rush in but don' t come out | |
| So many niggas round my way die runnin' their mouth | |
| Fairy tales are for children we ain' t story book livin' | |
| South streets be bloody from all the shootin' and killin' | |
| Villians ride for similac and crack and smack | |
| And its a fact all killers ain' t inner city blacks | |
| My homies have to serve on blocks that' s hot with cops | |
| With rocks and stacks and be packed to get their scraps | |
| I don' t knock it cuz if my pocket starts to lose weight | |
| You can find me on i10 tryin' move weight | |
| My mama on her knees prayin' givin' god her time | |
| While i' m on the streets hustlin' tryin' gettin' what' s mine | |
| Am i wrong am i right got can only determine | |
| I can only live my life and life is for learnin' check it | |
| chorus 4x | |
| Mama always told me told me | |
| But papa never showed me showed me | |
| So i live the life of a thug | |
| And all i wanna do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs |
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