Charles Hamilton - Mama's Son Of A Gun (RIP Talise) lyrics
[Charles Hamilton - Mama's Son Of A Gun RIP Talise lyrics]
See, I love it when she
Calls me daddy! It makes
Up for all the acne that I had to pop
And the pain from my mama and daddy see
My daddy abused my mama i
Was used to the drama but my mama had me
Basically to be
Happy she needed the happiness that a
Child could provide to not be
Wild running the industry as a journalist
Burnin' niggas when they would
Say, "They should go away with their
Brand new baby boy!" lenny
Wilkens know i'm The King of
Cleveland the Fatman no scoop
Though so dope no computer though I don't
Need to move so slow oh!
I don't want to be stuck in the past
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I don't want my cousin stuck in my ass
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I just want to lay down in the grass
Like Mama's (son of a) Gun
And I wish that my mama could last
But, I'm mama's son of a gun
Shouts to The Tribe! Shouts to
The very fact I rhyme
And I cry when I rhyme one you are so
Beautiful to me one can you be the
Two to go to We? The beautiful sight of
Us was enough to ignite the night but
One i Fell in love with the
Lady that fellas dug only
When She controls them people know
When she controls them we
Should go in each time I feel so weak, you go
In to my soul and drive me insane i complain
But why should I? I cannot lie your
Beauty resides in my eyes and
The eye contact and erupt the stars
Can't nobody fuck with Charles!
I don't want to be stuck in the past
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I don't want my cousin stuck in my ass
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I just want to lay down in the grass
Like Mama's (son of a) Gun
And I wish that my mama could last
But, I'm mama's son of a gun
I look up to the lust you have for me i
Trust you, but actually if I
"Just Do" like Nike
They're gonna be past me with
Every athlete these stars that
I find are not retards they're in my
Mind they keep me guarded and retarded, but
I'm not Weebok-in' not a baby when I'm
Stepping on the the block kinda crazy
And I'm sweapon is a Glock and the Glock
Is my mind and I pop it
All the time and A LOT of people
Shine when they say I gotta
Pop for 9 i'm "kind of" a popular
Guy riding on top of the mic
PAUSE just to sound like them guys who
Get a matter of your time
I love you, mama
I don't want to be stuck in the past
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I don't want my cousin stuck in my ass
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I just want to lay down in the grass
Like Mama's (son of a) Gun
And I wish that my mama could last
But, I'm mama's son of a gun
Calls me daddy! It makes
Up for all the acne that I had to pop
And the pain from my mama and daddy see
My daddy abused my mama i
Was used to the drama but my mama had me
Basically to be
Happy she needed the happiness that a
Child could provide to not be
Wild running the industry as a journalist
Burnin' niggas when they would
Say, "They should go away with their
Brand new baby boy!" lenny
Wilkens know i'm The King of
Cleveland the Fatman no scoop
Though so dope no computer though I don't
Need to move so slow oh!
I don't want to be stuck in the past
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I don't want my cousin stuck in my ass
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I just want to lay down in the grass
Like Mama's (son of a) Gun
And I wish that my mama could last
But, I'm mama's son of a gun
Shouts to The Tribe! Shouts to
The very fact I rhyme
And I cry when I rhyme one you are so
Beautiful to me one can you be the
Two to go to We? The beautiful sight of
Us was enough to ignite the night but
One i Fell in love with the
Lady that fellas dug only
When She controls them people know
When she controls them we
Should go in each time I feel so weak, you go
In to my soul and drive me insane i complain
But why should I? I cannot lie your
Beauty resides in my eyes and
The eye contact and erupt the stars
Can't nobody fuck with Charles!
I don't want to be stuck in the past
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I don't want my cousin stuck in my ass
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I just want to lay down in the grass
Like Mama's (son of a) Gun
And I wish that my mama could last
But, I'm mama's son of a gun
I look up to the lust you have for me i
Trust you, but actually if I
"Just Do" like Nike
They're gonna be past me with
Every athlete these stars that
I find are not retards they're in my
Mind they keep me guarded and retarded, but
I'm not Weebok-in' not a baby when I'm
Stepping on the the block kinda crazy
And I'm sweapon is a Glock and the Glock
Is my mind and I pop it
All the time and A LOT of people
Shine when they say I gotta
Pop for 9 i'm "kind of" a popular
Guy riding on top of the mic
PAUSE just to sound like them guys who
Get a matter of your time
I love you, mama
I don't want to be stuck in the past
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I don't want my cousin stuck in my ass
'Cause, I'm mama's son of a gun
I just want to lay down in the grass
Like Mama's (son of a) Gun
And I wish that my mama could last
But, I'm mama's son of a gun