Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Runnin My Momma Crazy , by - Plies. Release date: 05.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Runnin My Momma Crazy |
| My momma told me while I run these streets she can’t sleep |
| Her phone ring late at night she think somethin' happened to me |
| Her nerves so bad right now she can’t even watch T. V |
| She turn her head everytime she see the police |
| She scared to look cause it might be me in the back seat |
| Whenever she hear about a shootin' her heart skip a beat |
| She heard the feds was in town her knees got weak |
| She know I’m at the house the only time she at peace |
| Her blood pressure through the roof all because of me |
| Her favorite words is «dope ain’t the only way to eat» |
| She told me the other day she hope I don’t die in these streets |
| I just pray to God she don’t wipe her hands wit' me |
| I’m a goon to the streets but to my momma I’m still her baby |
| Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady |
| Shit Im doin' now got nothin' to do wit' how you raised me |
| Shit killin' me to know I’m runnin' my momma crazy |
| Goon to the streets but to my momma I’m still her baby |
| Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady |
| Shit Im doin' now got nothin' to do wit' how you raised me |
| Shit killin' me to know I’m runnin' my momma crazy |
| Remember the nights me sittin' up in a cold cell |
| I’m wakin' ya up out’cha sleep it’s me callin' you from jail |
| You ain’t say it but I know inside you mad as hell |
| You called off from work just to bond me out of jail |
| I get in trouble I call you seem like it never fail |
| Can hear you now «boy you need to sit ya ass down somewhere» |
| I come and eat I take a shower then I’m out of there |
| I know I’m stressin' ya at times seem like I don’t care |
| You wrote bad checks for me to have somethin' to wear |
| You risked ya freedom for me nowadays that’s real rare |
| Everytime I think about the shit I wanna shed a tear |
| That’s why I buy ya somethin' for Father’s Day every year |
| You did the best you could wit' me and I love you for that |
| Wanted me to stay in school but that ain’t where my heart was at |
| I got exposed to the streets and fell in love wit' stacks |
| And all the times I hurt you wish I could take it back |
| When daddy left us you stepped up and took his slack |
| I know I’m selfish and feelin’s is somethin' I know I lack |
| The shit I’m doin' now I know you raised me better than that |
| You showed me how to be a man and showed me how to act |
| Sometimes I wonder how you still proud I’m ya son |
| After all the stuff I took ya through and all the shit I done |
| Well like ya told me when God want me how I can’t run |
| Before he take me want you to know how much I love ya mom |
| Think I’m speakin' for every street nigga 'round the world… I |
| Don’t think we sit down long enough sometimes… Just to |
| Realize what we takin' our momma through… It hurt me to know |
| Dog… That I’m runnin' my momma crazy… And it’s really |
| Killin' me to know… that I’m helpin' killin' my momma. |