Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mommie's Angels (feat. Mo B Dick), artist - Mia x. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mommie's Angels (feat. Mo B Dick) |
| Angels! |
| Ooh ooh |
| Angels! |
| Ooh oh ooh angels |
| Precious little boy and girl growing up fast, in this foul world |
| Mama’s trying to do all she can to get through the tough times |
| Press rewind and go back to early days |
| And I would do it all the same way |
| Keep my babies, yeah I struggled |
| But God ain’t give me more than I could handle |
| Sent me two angels when my life was tangled in knots |
| And they’re all I’ve got |
| My everything so pure and sweet |
| Two perfect little parts of me, the heart of me |
| Mommie, pulled some rabbits out some hats to pay the bills |
| And fix ya meals, cause you both gave me the will power |
| To tower over obstacles in our path |
| And when I’m sad, ya innocence makes me laugh |
| So glad to have a son and a daughter, so I strive harder |
| To keep it tight and bring comfort in your lives |
| And I try not to bash ya dads and bring you in the drama |
| Though you both know I’ve been the daddy and the mama |
| And I’ma keep doing all I can |
| To make a strong black woman and man, out my angels |
| Oh my angels, yeah |
| Mommie’s angels, mommie’s a-a-angels |
| Oh angels, mommie’s angels |
| You’re my angels, my angels, my angel child |
| Ooh, mommie’s angels, angel, angel |
| You’re my angel, ooh, mommie’s a-a-angels, angel yeah ooh |
| I’m ya real model |
| Don’t need to play no role and I don’t hold, rap, or move the dramas |
| For the way my flowers blossom |
| I’ma put it down and keep it real for the both of you |
| Expose you to life, let you know wrong or right like |
| If y’all sell dope you might go to jail or get killed |
| If y’all use drugs y’all will destroy ya minds, lie, and steal |
| Lose ya self-respect, essence and ya pride |
| And mama won’t succeed the birth of ya rise, so strive |
| If y’all sleep around unprotected |
| Expect to have a bunch of little children |
| All diseases that can’t be cured and |
| If y’all quit school ya play the fool that’s half steppin' |
| Intelligent black folks are our strongest weapon, get ya lessons |
| Vocal sessions on the regular, eye contact |
| I’m ready to take responsibility for the mine’s act |
| So save that blame it on him, her, them for mine |
| I’ll have to find the time to shape their little minds |
| They’re my angels |
| I’ma carry y’all till y’all can carry yourselves on ya own |
| Hugs and kisses way after y’all grown |
| Help ya out when ya need but stress independence |
| Unconditional love, that’s my life sentence, no repentence needed |
| This is how it’s supposed to be |
| And I’ma keep my children close to me |
| Hope to be, the best mama that I can |
| Precious Lord please take me by my hands |
| And guide me with ya righteous wings |
| Cause I don’t want my babies to regret a thing |
| He’s my king, she’s my queen |
| They’re my world, thank you for my little boy and girl, mommie’s angels |