Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mamma I Ain't Changed, artist - Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Album song 1 Less G in the Hood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Mamma I Ain't Changed |
If money means murder mama |
Murder is tha plan |
Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! |
(blaze ya dead homie) |
Ever since i remember mama |
I could neva please u |
I could neva walk tha path u wanted me 2 |
And i refused 2 listen everytime and |
Watch u scream at the top of ya lungs until u cry |
Even though i hated it |
I think back now 2 myself i neva changed it |
I would steal your bike |
And i would steal your watch |
I’d even steal the lawnchairs from your bitch ass porch |
And thuggin was my main hobby |
I bought a 3 8 0 just in case sumbody robbed me |
Mama mad now cuz i got heat |
Pocket full of money new shoes on my feet |
I even put 500 hundred on that rent |
But my mama’s stubborn ass flush that shit down the toilet |
(no drug money in this household) |
That was 500 hundred dollars |
Damn mama u cold |
Chorus (not complete) |
All the winds and tha tides have change |
Crime will pay |
And pave the way |
Lets be real mama i ain’t change |
If money means murder mama |
Murder is tha plan |
Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change) |
Theres a dollar 4 every second inside the day |
Crime will pave the way |
Lets be real moma, i ain’t changed |
If money means murda mama |
Murder is the plan |
Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change) |
(blaze ya dead homie) |
As i moved up in tha dope game |
Mama neva changed |
I would flip 2 bricks a week just 2 maintain |
She would say that she gon call the Po me |
Told every1 in my neighborhood that she don’t know me |
Damn mama you ain’t right |
Did u tell em how i’m servin up the baseheads every night |
And every mornin sleepin til the pm |
And hit up the mall to get fresh 4 da weekend |
That was my american dream |
Mo' chedda, mo heads, bakin sodas, and triple beams |
Hoes and Clothes, good weed to toke |
And artillery to swiss cheese and leave some gun smoke |
You dont want none, better be ready |
The lights are on top so when im rockin steady |
She would cry everytime I leave the house |
And I wonder why she drunk passed out on the couch |
Chorus (not complete) |
All the winds and tha tides have change |
Crime will pay |
And pave the way |
Lets be real mama i ain’t change |
If money means murder mama |
Murder is tha plan |
Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change) |
Theres a dollar 4 every second inside the day |
Crime will pave the way |
Lets be real moma, i ain’t changed |
If money means murda mama |
Murder is the plan |
Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change) |
(Anybody Killa) |
I know I ain’t changin, lifes to short |
All i wanna do is thug, and pay my way outta court |
Ima always be trippin on the block, sippin a 40 by the weed spot |
Back yard BBQ when its hot |
The whole hood get lippy when they get tipsy |
I remember moms street fighting like she was back in her 20s |
I wouldn’t change my life for shit |
And fuck anybody sayin that i need to quit |
You ever drove past an enemy and seen him just chillin? |
Threw the car in park, and beat him down till he had no feelin |
Its a little rough out here |
When you all alone standin on your own things get so clear |
Kinda makes you wanna sit back and think for a second |
Figure out really whos life your wreckin |
As for me tho, im lookin ahead |
And i ain’t changein so expect more blood to be shed |
Chorus (not complete) |
All the winds and tha tides have change |
Crime will pay |
And pave the way |
Lets be real mama i ain’t change |
If money means murder mama |
Murder is tha plan |
Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change) |
Theres a dollar 4 every second inside the day |
Crime will pave the way |
Lets be real moma, i ain’t changed |
If money means murda mama |
Murder is the plan |
Let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain’t change) |