Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mama Say, artist - Mr.Cheeks
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Mama Say |
And EH! |
And I see you passing by my way, again… |
And I’m wondering if we can be good friends… |
And I see you passing by my way, again… Yeah |
And I’m wondering if we can be good friends… |
Can’t 'cha get along? |
Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say. |
Got to get along |
Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say. |
(This is where you belong…) |
Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say. |
Uh |
And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say. |
(This is where you belong…) |
Eh, excuse me dime piece |
Where you headed off to with that chip up on ya shoulder |
Lemme help get that off you (Yeah) |
Walkin around like you lost and from out of town |
Who got you down, yo shit, you too hot to frown |
I see you time to time whenever you creep through |
You know my cousin D2, yea that’s my peop-le |
I always ask about 'cha, I guess I spoke you up |
I swear if you was trees, I’d roll, light, and smoke you up (Yeah) |
And I’m not kiddin wit’cha, for real a nigga dig ya |
But can we hang out, spend some time, that’s what I’m tryna figure |
Live alone, got a style all your own |
Cin-a-min complexion skin tone, I know you been grown |
The mouth is statured with a work, for real it got me hurtin |
Of course a nigga flirtin, come from behind that curtain |
I got some more deliveries but yet I be back |
And when I get back I wanna see that (see that) |
Matter-a fact gimme that number lemme hit you on the arm |
By the time I get back you be gone (be gone) |
Yeah, I got that number from her, cuz after work she outtie |
Headed back to the crib where she can live and get it clouty |
At eight o’clock, we meet up at that after-work spot (Yeah) |
If no one told ya today, yo that shirt is skirr-hot |
You keep ya nails painted, always got ya hair done |
Tonight’s the night me and you go out and share one |
And I see you passing by my way, again… Eh |
And I’m wondering if we can be good friends… |
And I see you passing by my way, again… Eh |
And I’m wondering if we can be good friends… |
Can’t 'cha get a- Eh! |
Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say. |
Eh |
And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say. |
(This is where you belong…) |
Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say. |
What'cha say? |
And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say. |
(This is where you belong…) |
Yeah, aiyyo |
We meet in front the jazz spot, she lookin right as ever |
Boostin mastergloves, them gloves that master leather |
Smile when she see me, I guess I’m lookin comfy |
She grabbed my hand and walked in front me, man I think she want me |
Got a table for two in the rear |
Cuz over there, you’s allowed to throw somethin in the air |
Music soundin good, we hopped up out our chairs |
I’m close up on them smells, we’re burnin L’s and bears |
We had a few drinks, we ate a meal and all |
This night and her cousin, for real I feel it all |
She got me woide open, I guess she wide too |
Cuz she done told me anytime I wanna slide through |
That I can slide through, I take you on that offer |
I had to warn her, laughed and joked a bit, now I’m back up on her |
Not tonight but give me some time, I’ma bag you |
And make you my permanent Ragu |
And I see you passing by my way, again… Eh |
And I’m wondering if we can be good friends… |
And I see you passing by my way, again… |
And I’m wondering if we can be good friends… |
Can’t 'cha get Eh! |
Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say. |
Eh |
Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say. |
(This is where you belong.) |