Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mothers Regret , by - Masta Ace. Song from the album The Falling Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.05.2016
Record label: HHV
Song language: English
Mothers Regret |
| I’m from the city brother, New York, New York city |
| Well that’s the alcohol and drugs, steal the soul of a young pretty mother |
| Thick hips and thighs, caramel complexion |
| The inspiration for some teenage affection |
| Jordache jeans tight like some running pants |
| Got a brother speaking French like a son in France |
| «Bonjour Mademoiselle», sexy older lady |
| You can rob this cradle like somebody stole a baby |
| I’m only 15, but I’mma fast learner |
| I know your man got a 'fro like he Nat Turner |
| I know your man drive a Eldorado |
| But I’m been try to take a rest on some breasts since I held the bottle |
| «Eh yo that’s Rodney mom», I know that’s Rodney mom |
| But when she get dressed for work, eh yo that body bomb |
| Like a Saudi bomb, I want to set it off |
| Cause that booty extra big and I bet it’s soft |
| So many nice curves, I’m Mario Andretti |
| I wanna ride but I’m prolly sure ain’t ready |
| I heard she party hard and she be hanging |
| With the hustlers cats Big Black, Shameek and Robby Rob |
| Then came the white powder |
| Every man try to get all the clams that he can like some white chowder |
| And they gave it to their ladies first |
| I’m just try to keep the tears out my eyes while I say this verse |
| You ok? |
| You good? |
| Huh? |
| What’s wrong? |
| Why you sitting here? |
| Say what? |
| Doing this dayjob, tell you it stay hard |
| Damn it the pain robs, my spirit’s will fade far |
| Each moment the brain’s on CoreNet |
| Cause the reds and the bread gone |
| Medical bills that swell more |
| Caring for my unwell moms |
| But it’s Karen who I depend on |
| Detent to Sean, whose tender nights I work long |
| Graveshifting it, got the grey hairs glistening |
| Looking Claire Huxtable minus Cliff and when |
| The last time I tried hollering at him |
| We just rifted and drifted in |
| Some nights I want to escape this prison |
| Get away where ignorance is blistering |
| Where pain stops existing |
| Watch it dissipate with the wade |
| See the shift in my fade |
| Face countenance |
| It was like I was bound to slip, cursed |
| I’m just try to keep these tears out my eyes while I say this verse |
| You alright? |
| Because I’m looking at your eyes to see if your pupils is big |
| What’s wrong with her? |
| You doing some drugs? |
| Huh? |
| Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy |
| Grown ladies calling dealers daddy |
| But yo that’s not your family |
| Lotta women like to cop from Stanley |
| Then go home and wash away the shame |
| Drinking lots of Brandy |
| Cause he be on that barter system |
| Where a pretty New Jack City chick becomes a Carter victim |
| Off your knees lady, he’s deceiving you |
| And like your new job, that body, it be leaving you |
| I believe in you, you somebody mama |
| And as a man he should protect you, like body armor |
| But he’s a hottie charmer and you under a spell |
| Now the whole neighbourhood is a thunderous hell |
| Lotta shorties left at home, cause their mama’s gone |
| What’s a young kid to do with all that time alone? |
| Man, they should have put the babies first |
| I’m just try to keep the tears out my eyes while I lay this verse |