Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Momma, artist - Brand Nubian. Album song Fire In The Hole, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.08.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Momma |
| Yeah |
| I’d like to send this one to my favorite girl, uhh |
| Momma momma momma |
| Ohh momma momma momma, yeahh |
| Yo she was young and so tender |
| Had a baby born Knowledge God day of September |
| It was her first child, baby boy little bundle of joy |
| She married Larry, for 9 months she had to carry |
| Me and she did it gladly, but sadly |
| Things didn’t all work out, so she merked out |
| Pregnant again with my brother Wise |
| My grandmother let her in, she had tears in her eyes |
| Now she’s back at the crib, with 2 kids |
| She gotta get a job, she put all her faith in God |
| Naive to the world; |
| believed all the stories |
| She received as a girl, she had one more seed |
| Another boy, reality, now that makes 3 |
| All from a man that she hardly ever gets to see |
| She did the best with the things she was blessed |
| And I know I cause drama and stress |
| To my momma, so I wanna just say yo. |
| + (Brand Nubian) |
| I always loved my momma (she's my favorite girl) |
| And I always loved my momma (she brought me in this world) |
| See I always loved my momma (she taught me right from wrong) |
| Cause I always loved my momma (you only get one, you only get one, yeah) |
| Past feudin, mask for age, still lookin elegant |
| Front page, Ebony Jet |
| Pam Grier threat in seventy-four |
| What these bitches is wearin now, she wore before |
| On tour she said you just stay pure I say sure |
| Watched my sister’s son and my little one make me fool |
| When the po-lice came she said that she hardly see me |
| I’m in the living room drinkin beer and watchin TV |
| She say that she love me but sometimes I don’t think |
| She wish I wouldn’t smoke as much and throw up when I drink |
| I think, that it wasn’t no day finer |
| That when my pops snatched my mother up from North Carolina |
| And my uncle snatched her sister and brought her, right behind her |
| She like china, you won’t find a heart finer |
| The designer, I’ll shoot for my moms, yes I will |
| Shoot you in the side and let you live a spill, hehe |
| Uh — at childhood I never really understood |
| All your heartache and pain and how difficult it was for you to maintain |
| To make sho' yo' seeds eat |
| Even if we had to foodstamp it every week |
| Always did your best to try to keep us out the street |
| If niggas didn’t listen boy that ass got beat |
| 'Member that time you said, «Have yo' ass upstairs by 9» |
| But I was grown and had some other shit in mind |
| Word is bond, 10 o’clock she came downstairs |
| With rollers in her hair and a nightgown on |
| But I was gone, ran through the back, cut through the laundrymat |
| Got upstairs and still caught it with the Hot Wheel track |
| But that was cool with me; |
| cause at least |
| It wasn’t in front of the buildin for the whole prjects to see |
| I remember as a kid, sometimes I used to think |
| You used to beat me for some shit that my daddy did |
| I realize, now I’m older and wise |
| When you used to put it on me still had love in your eyes |
| I remember what you used to say |
| You might not like it now, but you’ll thank me someday |
| Thanks mom, I love you |
| For teachin me left from right |
| For showin me the proper way |
| Uhh, yeah |
| Momma momma momma — aight |
| Ohh momma momma momma, yeah |
| Uhh, to all the beautiful mothers, in the world today |
| Who strive to do they best, I know it’s hard sometimes |
| But we wanna let y’all know we recognize |
| And we love what you do, keep doin what you doin |
| One love, Brand Nubian |
| Peace |