Oh Mom, can't you tell me where your head's at? I'm sick to death of hearing about Where you saw the Grateful Deads at Oh Mom, don't you know this is
that god a poker game Walk away with all our little god's spare change Playing this god it can't be good for Ana's safety Ana hear me Oh Ana, I'll be
Oh, Mother Earth, Once more laid down With your fields of green by the hungry hand give and not receive How long can you And feed this world ruled by
know, yeah My place, my place is at home Can't you see I've been crying now Almost dying I need your advice mama, yeah Oh, mama Oh, mama Oh, mama Come
bum Rum bum bum bum Rum bum bum bum Man down Oh, mama, mama, mama I just shot a man down In central station In front of a big old crowd Oh why, oh why Oh, mama, mama, mama
Oh lover, don't you dare slow down Go longer, you can last more rounds Push harder, you're almost there now So go lover, make mama proud And when we'
) you can never do it like me (like me) (noooooooohhh)( oh oh oh oh oh) (verse 2)(Lloyd) Hustling' is hard work, Gotta really want it, dedicated my life tryin' to get it, Oh
s an animal Monster (yea-eah) He's a monster He's an animal (Oh-oh-oh) He's coming at ya, coming at ya rather too fast Mama say, mama got you in a zig
I like it when I see you do it Better than I've ever seen it done before A lot of women drop it to the ground But how low can you go? Lower than your mama
you Every moment that is stolen, it can never be replaced, iYiYi Even if it's for a day, iYiYi I'ma text you up to say, iYiYi Missing you, missing you Oh
worried 'bout shit Everybody chillin' we ain't worried 'bout a thing I understand life will be better Lookin' at the ocean Oh shit this is way iller Callin' my mama
, give you none No, I'm not the one Well, like a toy To a kid I said jump And mama, you did And you know Your daddy knows And your mama knows That's
the road And her screaming and hollerin', is getting mighty old She check every paper, oh when you step out the room Ain't go no trust in your mama Ain
Well, you don't know, baby I've missed your sweet caress Well, you don't know, mama I've missed your sweet caress, oh yeah Yeah, now when I'm in your lovin' arms Oh
this morning Planted flowers all around Got my business out of the way And all I want to do is not one bad thought One bad thought Oh, yeah I got
Prada Rodda __, hottest Ti-juana mama She's a hot hot And I love the way you do it, got me feelin like it's humid Got 'em whoa-in, got 'em oh-in
to know me Come show me that you wanna know me Anywhere I appear they all stop and stare Admire your body language, speakin? loud and clear like I want you to come be with me She be waitin?, anticipatin? for oh
the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son of Satan, they say my killing's too blatant You hesitatin, I'm in your mama