Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wonder Why Your Child so Bad, artist - Lil Boosie. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Wonder Why Your Child so Bad |
| Mama wonder why your child so baad |
| Look where we aat |
| Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad) |
| Look where we aaat |
| We grew up thuggin n da soufside |
| Lookin up to da road |
| Heartz and street smartz what it took as a soulja |
| When I wuz small, what i saw was fo no kid |
| Daddy beat my mama cuz he couldnt git a hit |
| Ma you wonder why yo child so bad, ask the teacher |
| Or maybe the preacher cuz he couldnt touch lil boosie neither |
| My woah lil penell he died bustin at da people (Bohw!) |
| My cousin lil trell got a F before he was legal |
| And they put gin up in my baby bottle and made me swallow |
| It got me where I wanted cus they hate to hear me holla |
| I growed up, all I saw wuz 4's up |
| 40 oz. |
| poured up, and half ounces rolled up |
| Knowin I wuz sho nuff, everybody runnin to da sales |
| And soon we wuz runnin to da jails |
| And I hit puberty I wondered thru my whole community |
| Im doin dis rap thang for you and me (mama) |
| Mama wonder why your child so baad |
| Look where we aat |
| Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad) |
| Look where we aaat |
| This one goes out to my black queen, ma |
| You kno I luv you and i’ll neva put a thang above ya |
| But you raised me n da gutta, where everythang struggle |
| So boosie if I fought I wont die, sickness cus they have nickel |
| But you told my baby jetty |
| When you wuz six months pregnant, you see that type of shit I can never respect |
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| And all my role models they killaz |
| We splittaz and dope dealaz |
| So what you thank im headed fo nigga?(our hearts) |
| And hard head, is what my mama labeled me |
| She told me she would pray for me cuz wasnt nothin she could say to me |
| Boy you aint nothin but a thug, scum, i know you wanted to buck |
| When you found out I sold drugz, trust |
| Tears runnin down yo face like a water fall |
| Whole family turned out aint nobody but god to call |
| Im a product of my environment |
| So da white folks they wont hire me |
| Street smartz dats my knowledge |
| So ma please stand by me |
| Mama wonder why your child so baad |
| Look where we aat |
| Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad) |
| Look where we aaat |
| (Boosie) |
| We used to live cross da street from a shit pack, Git that |
| Daddy smokin caddy’s plus he heavy on dat 6 packs |
| My cousinz they b thuggin livin tha life of a G |
| 10 yrs old turned high powered rifles at me |
| Mama I thank you for da days you put dem J’z on my feet |
| And im sorry for the days I wuz makin you weak |
| Im cryin for ya in my heart cus it cant come out my eyes (uh-uh) |
| You’d lose yo mind if ya baby boy died |
| And my community is full of guns, drugs, and welfare |
| People in wheel chairs but just happy they still here |
| Roaches and rats, n da cracks of da halls |
| Fools at school, totin tools, comin thru walls |
| And I looked out my project window |
| And I saw lil ones like lil junior comin thru in rentos |
| The blood from our kenfolks |
| Look at my house, look at my paw |
| Look at my niggaz who dead and gone for tryin to play da game raw |
| Mama wonder why your child so baad |
| Look where we aat |
| Mama wonder why your child so baad (Soo Baaad) |
| Look where we aaat |