Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mamma's Just A Little Girl , by - 2Pac. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mamma's Just A Little Girl |
| Young mothers |
| That’s right |
| I feel ya (hey) |
| I know how it is |
| (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) |
| Don’t nobody understand |
| I feel ya She was. |
| Born A heavy set girl with pig tails and curls |
| A heart full of gold |
| Still it won’t change the world |
| Though she could never understand why |
| Some underhanded plans, witnessed a man die |
| Was only 15 |
| Should have been a beauty queen |
| Still see here crying by the caskets when here parents got killed |
| Little girl don’t cry |
| 'Coz even though they died |
| You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky |
| Never asked for this misery |
| But look at what you gettin' |
| It’s a blessing in disguise |
| When you find out your pregnant |
| No money, no home |
| And even though you all alone |
| You’se got to do this on your own |
| So baby go on |
| I wish you luck |
| And if you need me, call |
| Just come to me and let me feed you all |
| I can understand |
| The way it feels when you fighting the world |
| Facing all this drama |
| When mama’s just A little girl |
| Mama |
| Don’t know why |
| Mama’s just a little girl |
| Given that she is or not |
| Time ain’t on her side |
| Mama’s just a little girl |
| (Mama's just a little girl) |
| She gotta hold her head up high |
| At 16 what a beautiful thing |
| The very essence of a jet black ebony queen |
| And who could tell she would get pregnant at an early age |
| She didn’t listen, had sex |
| Watch her belly raise (hey) |
| Got violated by someone she dated |
| If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created |
| So we wait, though it takes time to build the body and the mind |
| She reclines 9 months |
| Then finally its time |
| What do we find? |
| A little growning boy of mine with a tortured soul |
| Addicted to a life of crime had no time for the growing stage |
| He learned his values on the streets at an early age |
| Watch for police |
| Don’t come home (why) |
| 'Coz mammas acting crazy |
| At the hospital |
| 'Bout to have another baby |
| Like the rose from concrete |
| Grownin' within |
| Blessed with twins |
| How the hell can mamma raise 3 men |
| So we began close as family |
| Such insanity |
| A happy home |
| For one act inhumanity |
| Plus mammas said the seed was corrupted |
| Used the rub her belly |
| Begging us to breathe if she love us Now mamma sits quiet |
| Sipping peppermint schnapps |
| Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey) |
| How could mamma bring a thug like me into this world? |
| She ain’t the cause of all the drama |
| Cause mommas just a little girl |
| Mama |
| Don’t know why |
| Mama’s just a little girl |
| Liven if she is or not |
| Time ain’t on her side |
| Cause ama’s just a little girl |
| (Mama's just a little girl) |
| She gotta hold her head up high |
| (How could she raise us) |
| Now |
| Would she remain in the same spot? |
| The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot |
| Now look here |
| I see her clutching her son |
| In her arms she hurt |
| Her heart bleeding as she watched her seed die in the dirt |
| Fulfill prophecy |
| But who could stop the grief? |
| I walk around trying to hold the world up on top of me Probably be an innocent man |
| But still I’m the victim of a curse |
| What could be worse? |
| Nothing but pain |
| Since my birth, taught me functions at the pen |
| Cause everybody’s in paying back society |
| I’m guilty of a life of sin |
| I watched the drama occur |
| My eyes blurred 'fore I jet it I wonder why we all have to die before we get it Though we shed tears |
| So many peers I done buried |
| Worried and scared |
| Knowing I’ma see the cemetery |
| Must be prepared in this cold world |
| No-one cares |
| No it ain’t fair |
| But we all there |
| And do our share |
| In this land of underhanded schemes and plans |
| Vivid dreams of a nigga having g’s in hand |
| Mamma told me not to be a punk |
| Fuck what you talking about coward |
| What you niggas want? |
| (hey) |
| They ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for my mamma in this world |
| Cause you know I ain’t mad at cha |
| You' just a little girl |
| See mammas just a little girl |
| (hey hey) |
| Mama |
| don’t know why |
| And I ain’t facing all this drama… |
| (Cause mamma’s just a little girl) |
| They asked us why we mutilate eachother like we do And wonder why we hold such little worth on human life |
| (facin all this drama) |
| To ask us why we turn from bad to worse, |
| is to ignore from which we came |
| You see you wouldn’t ask why the rose |
| that grew from the concrete had damaged petals |
| On the contrary — we would all celebrate its tenacity, |
| we would all love its will to reach the sun |
| Well… we are the roses, this is the concrete, |
| and these are my damaged petals |
| Don’t ask me why… |
| Thank God nigga, ask me how (hahahaha) |
| Heeeyyy |