| I was raised on the west side shanty town.
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| I didn’t get up till the sun went down.
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| When your back’s against the wall, you better get tough,
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| An’learn real quick how to swing an’duck.'
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| I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
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| Good lookin’women, back woods an’moonshine.
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| Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
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| Sweet Mama didn’t raise no fool,.
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| That’s right.
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| Some folks cheat 'n some folks lie,
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| But I can judge a man by the look in his eye.
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| Don’t hand me jack, try to call it cool.
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| I know the difference 'tween sh*t an’shiner.
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| I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
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| Good lookin’women, back woods an’moonshine.
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| Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
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| Sweet Mama didn’t raise no fool.
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| Instrumental Break.
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| Talkin’about Mama,
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| Oh sweet Mama.
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| Mama was no angel, but she taught me right from wrong.
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| She knew ev’ry single word, an’ev’ry note, and ev’ry song.
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| She taught me how to gamble and how to roll a dice.
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| «If it makes you feel good, do a darn thing twice.»
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| I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
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| Good lookin’women, back woods an’moonshine.
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| Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
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| My sweet Mama didn’t raise no fool.
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| I was born in the suite all for the sunshine,
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| Good lookin’women, back woods an’moonshine.
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| Learned more about life on the streets than in the school.
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| My sweet Mama didn’t raise no fool.
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| Yeeow!
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| Talkin’about:
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| (My sweet Mama,)
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| (Mama didn’t raise no fool.)
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| Na, na, na.
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| (Talkin'about my sweet Mama,
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| (Mama didn’t raise no fool.)
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| That’s my sweet Mama.
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| (Talkin'about my sweet Mama,
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| (Mama didn’t raise no fool.)
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| Oh, sweet Mama. |