歌手:The Game
专辑:《The R.E.D. Album》

Mama told me stay away from them ******
Mama told me she had a K for them ******
Mama told me she go to pay for them ******
While my grandmother told me that she would pray for them ******
They just young black and ignorant
Lusting over models and the Benjamins

Got the game twisted like what? licorice
When I was rocking lottos moving packs in front of McDonalds
She was looking for me, pulled up in that Old El Dorado
I was running around with Chase, chasing new black wheels
Why would I do that still? That's what got 2Pac killed...
But I use that still cause I won't do that deal
Screw the muzzle in potatoes of that new Mac Mill
What did I learn? Nothing
My papa smoking sherm blunts and
Beating on my moms like her head was a percussion
Tat! Tat! My.45 knocking on your window
She said there would be days like this, Pharrell, drop the instrumental

Yezzir...

I know I must go and I don't know my way Still don't know where we all came from

Crack a Swisher, crack a 5th up
Hennessy pouring like Niagara Falls
Used to watch Magic, he showed me how to ball
Moms working late night, to get a plate right
Had some older brothers, all we did was smoke and play-fight
Wish I could go back to them days cause streets don't play right
Some ****** hard, other ****** was the Kid N Play type
Didn't stop me from pretending I was Apollo from Rocky
Working on my dip-game, now nobody wanna box me
Pick and choose, stick and move
So many dudes ended up in sleeping bags on late-night news
But not my mama's song, going around the hood serving customers
She yapping in my ear, but it's louder than the muffler
What I didn't listen to, I wish I would've trusted her
Wish I had a shovel, be digging both of my brothers up
Like "here hug em ma, one last time"
Put a chain on both of them ******, they get one last shine
I know I must go and I don't know my way Still don't know where we all came from

Put down, recognize your a block king cause it's my town

Word to my mother you can throw up your rock now
Got off the beef **** cause I ain't tryna see my mama in all-black
Right there, crying over hard facts
Now she gotta turn in all her cars and get her house back
Never! She carried me for 9 months so she can have whatever
Plus she taught me how to shoot Berettas, told me that I'd be a king
So RIP to Coretta, if you don't understand that
Then refer to my letter, while I sprinkle
****** with platinum, from my last album
Got the check, so I signed on the X like Malcolm
Riding through the hood, you hating ****** like "how come? "
That ****** Game got it, heard he selling talcum
Either way, hey playboy, check it, this is the outcome
You might not like it, but my mama psychic
Why you ****** twisted like the top of a Sidekick?
I know I must go and I don't know my way Still don't know where we all came from