| «Oooh…»
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| I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin…
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| «Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me…»
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| Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
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| Look at ma, still whippin
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| Still keep a strap, won’t hesitate to give the kids whippins
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| Tryin to make it to heaven, still livin
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| Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub
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| I know grams gon' have me a grub
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| I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food cookin
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| My favorite, a pot of rice and her stewed chicken
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| Hit the basement, holla at Uncle Doc
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| Nephew, wit Snu kickin
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| Where dudes, what’s your new mission
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| We bust it up he cold frontin
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| I know this nigga wanna hold somethin
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| I know grams upstairs preppin for church
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| Matchin up her hat, shoes, pocketbooks and skirts
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| I break her off some dubs, so she can go see the preacher man
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| Even though I know he false teachin, damn
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| + (sample)
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| («Ooooh…»)
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| All I hear is grams prayin, I keep hearin moms sayin, shit
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| («Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me…»)
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| That’s all I hear is moms prayin, I keep hearin grams sayin…
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| («Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me…»)
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| Don’t cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm
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| And I found peace right here in your arms
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| By the way, how you gettin along, huh?
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| I know it’s been tough bearing the pain since daddy’s been gone
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| But, all in all, you still stood tall and never shedded a tear
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| I’m thankin God you still here
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| Cause, only heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks
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| Goin from a high school dropout to shovelin wet wax
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| I’m never gon' forget that, look in your eyes,
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| When you told me that my grandfather died
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| It was like nothing had happened, and I’m knowin that you miss him
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| But to accept death, is just the side of a good Christian
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| And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life
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| And I take it step by step, but I take it in Christ
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| Cuz I’m knowin I can’t make it alone
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| You told me not to buy you a new house because in heaven’s your home
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| And as hurt as I was, I had to smile witcha
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| And thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one strong sister
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| And I’m never gon' forget ya
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| Heaven sent us an angel and the world gon' miss ya… mama
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| I’m in love with two women
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| The one that birth me
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| And the one that birth her
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| Know that you gotta hurt me
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| Before you hurt her or hurt her
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| Or hurt them or hurt we
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| I cursed thee the worsest death
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| Beat you niggas to a thirsest breath
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| Off wit ya head niggas, fuck that all purpose vest
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| I’m ridin all out for Umi
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| Christian Caffer, though I follow the path of the Sunni
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| What can I do but bow down and give offerings
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| For the lady with the softest skin
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| Keep picturin grams tuckin me in
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| Breakin me out of her change purse
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| Slash teacher, slash preacher, slash changed nurse
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| One woman, ten boys, seven daughters
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| Three story house wit no supporter
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| Damn, you wanna get your life in order
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| Words from the oldest boy of your youngest daughter |