, Mama, Mother. Mother, Mamon, Mama, Mother. And I'm frightened too, That I might not be. All that her dreams Said a daughter of hers would be. Mother, Mamon, Mama, Mother. Mother
Превод: Way Out West. Майка.
mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve my pops died too What a brotha was supposed to do? They sent me out West
, tie-wearing bolo-champ Coming straight out the box with a bowl o' champ Yo, he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots Like the way his release
the corner Guns and drugs got the city like a sauna, And its getting warmer and out of order Trying to put a struggling mother to a morner Mr politician
say party over here And ain't shit over there East coast west coast everywhere Your mother f***ers ain't playin fair We gon run your mother f***ers outta
Aww hell, nah nigga We ain't doin' no freestyles Don't even know how to do that shit Yeah, whatever Check it out man, check this one out I been rappin
Always can't be players Mother fucker Do you wanna be a player Players Always can't be players Players are the bored I hate to say Nine out of ten don
his way all the time, he just loved talkin? shit Now he think he walkin? tall 'Cause he goddamn made, 'Whistle While You Twurk' Middle of the road ah, watch out
side to side And switch 4, make a three wheel ride You heard me? Yes, West Coast, West Coast, West Coast West Coast, yeah, yeah, West Coast, West Coast
go have a talk with God, hey So much drama on the ave, the coppers just laughed Man, the West is wild, that old hit was wrong 'Cause out here, momma
groove gettin' down for the funk of it Tear the roof of this mother like we did last night, son And hit you with the bop gun Here's my chance to dance my way Out
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over This goes out to all the macks in the industry Huh, alright roll the tape (Yo, rest day ain'
in vain cuz you drowned out by the buzz thats surroundin my name kweli it might be somethin that you can't pry from me shut out the eye 20s see my rhymes
Yeah, it's going all the way down Aquemeni records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey Doesn't mean we on the same
to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate Call each other 'cause, 'cause of how we relate I see way
