| (I, I wait for the day, a sweet gentle sway
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| A sweet gentle sway…)
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| Okay, y’all gettin' on outta here
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| David, watch out for your lil' brother, and y’all have a good day
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| Love y’all
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| Love you too, Mom
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| (You are now listening to AraabMUZIK)
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| Somebody tell my mama I made it (C'mon)
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| Mama I made it (C'mon)
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| Tell my mama I made it (C'mon, c’mon)
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| Somebody tell my mama I made it (Oh, uh)
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (Ma)
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| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout no rent (Never)
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss (Ooh!)
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| I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus
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| Tell my mama I made it (I made it)
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| She used to have to worry if I’m breathin'
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| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout us eatin' (Never)
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (I know it)
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| She the only one sent me money in jail (Only one)
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| She used to hold me when I used to bang my head at night (Facts)
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| Ruth’s Chris dinners don’t taste as good as her eggs and rice (At all)
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| Couldn’t be no punk, you told me early, «Son, you better fight»
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| Handlebars shaky, I was beggin' you for a better bike
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| Think it was a Mongoose or one of them BMX shits
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| Innocent baby pictures, never seen me bein' arrested (Never)
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| It was nothin' domestic, I can’t hit a woman (Uh-uh)
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| A woman raised me, woman fed me, woman bathed me
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| Ghetto changed me (Woo!)
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| Mama raised me strong, won’t let 'em slave me (Never)
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| Thank you for not smokin' crack back in the eighties
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| I was born healthy (Mmm)
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| We ain’t have too much at all, I wasn’t born wealthy
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| I thank God for keeping me alive (The rest) until my mom’s healthy
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (I love you, Ma)
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| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout no rent
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss
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| I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus
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| Tell my mama I made it (I made it)
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| She used to have to worry if I’m breathin' (Worry)
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| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout us eatin'
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| So proud of her firstborn, I could tell
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| She the only one sent me money in jail
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| When Freaky died, you told me, «Dave, stop cryin'"(Stop)
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| Used to be scared to tell the truth, you told me, «Dave, stop lyin'"(Uh)
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| You put too much inside my heart to hear that Dave stopped tryin'
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| It gotta be no tires or no gas if Dave not ridin'
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| You provided, I would ask you for expensive shit, you still would try to buy it
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| Disrespect my mother, I’ma start a riot
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| I see you lookin' tired, doin' the laundry
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| Hope Unc get off that rock, your baby brother been a zombie
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| I just let this drum blow, remember wakin' up
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| The whole crib smell like gumbo (Whole crib)
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| Or rice and beans when I would spend my night with fiends
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| You’d pray me and my brother just be cool
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| You just hoped me and my father never argue
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| Soon as I land, I’ma call you (Uh)
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| Tell my mama I made it (Ma)
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| Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (Never)
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| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout no rent (Uh-uh)
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss
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| I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus
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| Tell my mama I made it (Mama, I made it)
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| She used to have to worry if I’m breathin'
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| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout us eatin'
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| Tell my mama I made it (Mama, I made it)
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| So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (I know)
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| She the only one sent me money in jail
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| Front on mama, rather get buried instead (Buried)
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| Introduced us to eatin' syrup and bread
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| Just tell my mama I made it (Uh)
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| I met a lotta people in life, but my mama my favorite
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| I think I’m lit but she remind me I’m David (Every time)
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| When I ain’t know what I was goin' through in jail, I came home
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| And took you to Bloomingdale’s
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| Missin' your perfume, thinkin' how you would smell
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| My mother, my heart, how could you honestly hate it? |
| (How?)
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| Just wanna let her know, «Yo, Ma, you the greatest»
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent
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| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout no rent
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| Tell my mama I made it (Been with me all my life)
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| She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss
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| I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus (So I drove for her, you na’mean?)
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| She used to have to worry if I’m breathin' (Mama)
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| She ain’t never gotta worry 'bout us eatin'
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| Tell my mama I made it (Yeah)
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| So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (So proud)
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| She the only one sent me money in jail
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| Tell my mama I made it (Mama, I made it)
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| We’re havin' conversations, mom and son, like that
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| I did it for her
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| Tell my mama I made it
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| Whatever success is in your own mind
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| Tell my mama I made it, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, tell my mama I made it |