Make Mama Proud 歌词
| 歌曲 | Make Mama Proud |
| 歌手 | Lil' Flip |
| 专辑 | Undaground Legend |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Weston | |
| My life, my life, my life, my life | |
| My life, my life, my life | |
| In elementary | |
| I used crayons, even chalk | |
| I learned to count money before | |
| I could read and talk | |
| And my mama told me son, you need to shine | |
| I couldn't stand at the back, | |
| I had to lead the line | |
| I use to make good grades, but | |
| I talked in class | |
| In middle school | |
| I was late when | |
| I walked in class | |
| If the teacher ran a errand, | |
| I taught the class | |
| And what I didn't know, | |
| I was about to ask | |
| And just because | |
| I played ball, | |
| I got easy grades | |
| And when I turned thirteen, | |
| I got even fades | |
| Everybody wearing | |
| Air Macs, | |
| Ree's and | |
| J'sBut all my parents cared about, was | |
| B's and A's | |
| In high school, | |
| I picked up my pen and pad | |
| I had dreams, of pulling up in a | |
| Benz or Jag | |
| I had to get it on my own, | |
| I couldn't depend on dad | |
| I had to grow up too fast, but then | |
| I'm gladBecause the stuff | |
| I know now, | |
| I wouldn't believe it | |
| The main goals that | |
| I set, I wouldn't achieve it | |
| I'd probably be locked up, or running the streets | |
| I'd probably wouldn't have platinum, in front of my teeth | |
| I'd probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar | |
| I'd probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder | |
| But instead, | |
| I'm making bread, legal dough | |
| Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can't be broke so | |
| I'm a rock the crowd | |
| It's up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can't be broke so | |
| I'm a rock the crowd | |
| It's up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| There's a place called heaven and a place called hell | |
| There's a place called freedom and a place called jail | |
| And if you go to jail, they gonna treat you bad | |
| Take your commissary, and beat you bad | |
| So I'm staying out of trouble, | |
| I'm chasing my dream | |
| I know you see your little boy on | |
| T.V. screens | |
| I'm blowing up, your little boy making it happen | |
| I'm ain't selling dope mama, | |
| I'm making it rappin' | |
| So when you go to sleep at night, you know | |
| I'm safe'Cause in | |
| Houston everyday somebody catching a case | |
| Like yesterday, my partner went to jail | |
| And he ain't coming home until he fifty seven | |
| He nineteen, so you do the math | |
| I got smart, man, | |
| I choose to rap | |
| So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life | |
| That's all | |
| I wrote, y'all have good night | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can't be broke so | |
| I'm a rock the crowd | |
| It's up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can't be broke so | |
| I'm a rock the crowd | |
| It's up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I'm ain't selling dope mama, | |
| I'm making it rappin' |
| zuo qu : Weston | |
| My life, my life, my life, my life | |
| My life, my life, my life | |
| In elementary | |
| I used crayons, even chalk | |
| I learned to count money before | |
| I could read and talk | |
| And my mama told me son, you need to shine | |
| I couldn' t stand at the back, | |
| I had to lead the line | |
| I use to make good grades, but | |
| I talked in class | |
| In middle school | |
| I was late when | |
| I walked in class | |
| If the teacher ran a errand, | |
| I taught the class | |
| And what I didn' t know, | |
| I was about to ask | |
| And just because | |
| I played ball, | |
| I got easy grades | |
| And when I turned thirteen, | |
| I got even fades | |
| Everybody wearing | |
| Air Macs, | |
| Ree' s and | |
| J' sBut all my parents cared about, was | |
| B' s and A' s | |
| In high school, | |
| I picked up my pen and pad | |
| I had dreams, of pulling up in a | |
| Benz or Jag | |
| I had to get it on my own, | |
| I couldn' t depend on dad | |
| I had to grow up too fast, but then | |
| I' m gladBecause the stuff | |
| I know now, | |
| I wouldn' t believe it | |
| The main goals that | |
| I set, I wouldn' t achieve it | |
| I' d probably be locked up, or running the streets | |
| I' d probably wouldn' t have platinum, in front of my teeth | |
| I' d probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar | |
| I' d probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder | |
| But instead, | |
| I' m making bread, legal dough | |
| Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can' t be broke so | |
| I' m a rock the crowd | |
| It' s up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can' t be broke so | |
| I' m a rock the crowd | |
| It' s up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| There' s a place called heaven and a place called hell | |
| There' s a place called freedom and a place called jail | |
| And if you go to jail, they gonna treat you bad | |
| Take your commissary, and beat you bad | |
| So I' m staying out of trouble, | |
| I' m chasing my dream | |
| I know you see your little boy on | |
| T. V. screens | |
| I' m blowing up, your little boy making it happen | |
| I' m ain' t selling dope mama, | |
| I' m making it rappin' | |
| So when you go to sleep at night, you know | |
| I' m safe' Cause in | |
| Houston everyday somebody catching a case | |
| Like yesterday, my partner went to jail | |
| And he ain' t coming home until he fifty seven | |
| He nineteen, so you do the math | |
| I got smart, man, | |
| I choose to rap | |
| So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life | |
| That' s all | |
| I wrote, y' all have good night | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can' t be broke so | |
| I' m a rock the crowd | |
| It' s up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can' t be broke so | |
| I' m a rock the crowd | |
| It' s up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I' m ain' t selling dope mama, | |
| I' m making it rappin' |
| zuò qǔ : Weston | |
| My life, my life, my life, my life | |
| My life, my life, my life | |
| In elementary | |
| I used crayons, even chalk | |
| I learned to count money before | |
| I could read and talk | |
| And my mama told me son, you need to shine | |
| I couldn' t stand at the back, | |
| I had to lead the line | |
| I use to make good grades, but | |
| I talked in class | |
| In middle school | |
| I was late when | |
| I walked in class | |
| If the teacher ran a errand, | |
| I taught the class | |
| And what I didn' t know, | |
| I was about to ask | |
| And just because | |
| I played ball, | |
| I got easy grades | |
| And when I turned thirteen, | |
| I got even fades | |
| Everybody wearing | |
| Air Macs, | |
| Ree' s and | |
| J' sBut all my parents cared about, was | |
| B' s and A' s | |
| In high school, | |
| I picked up my pen and pad | |
| I had dreams, of pulling up in a | |
| Benz or Jag | |
| I had to get it on my own, | |
| I couldn' t depend on dad | |
| I had to grow up too fast, but then | |
| I' m gladBecause the stuff | |
| I know now, | |
| I wouldn' t believe it | |
| The main goals that | |
| I set, I wouldn' t achieve it | |
| I' d probably be locked up, or running the streets | |
| I' d probably wouldn' t have platinum, in front of my teeth | |
| I' d probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar | |
| I' d probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder | |
| But instead, | |
| I' m making bread, legal dough | |
| Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can' t be broke so | |
| I' m a rock the crowd | |
| It' s up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can' t be broke so | |
| I' m a rock the crowd | |
| It' s up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| There' s a place called heaven and a place called hell | |
| There' s a place called freedom and a place called jail | |
| And if you go to jail, they gonna treat you bad | |
| Take your commissary, and beat you bad | |
| So I' m staying out of trouble, | |
| I' m chasing my dream | |
| I know you see your little boy on | |
| T. V. screens | |
| I' m blowing up, your little boy making it happen | |
| I' m ain' t selling dope mama, | |
| I' m making it rappin' | |
| So when you go to sleep at night, you know | |
| I' m safe' Cause in | |
| Houston everyday somebody catching a case | |
| Like yesterday, my partner went to jail | |
| And he ain' t coming home until he fifty seven | |
| He nineteen, so you do the math | |
| I got smart, man, | |
| I choose to rap | |
| So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life | |
| That' s all | |
| I wrote, y' all have good night | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can' t be broke so | |
| I' m a rock the crowd | |
| It' s up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| You only got one life, you better do what you can' | |
| Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man | |
| And I can' t be broke so | |
| I' m a rock the crowd | |
| It' s up to me, | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I gotta make my mama proud | |
| I' m ain' t selling dope mama, | |
| I' m making it rappin' |
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