E-40, Mic Conn, Rod - I Love My Momma lyrics

My mama man, she does errythang
She's a superhero

Nobody like you, there's nobody else
That I place above you
That's why I dedicate this song to you
I love you mama!

3 boys, 1 girl, no chumps
I was the oldest, she carried me for 9 months
Made her way out of no way with little money
But somehow some-way we had
Clothes for Easter Sunday
You always gave us our freedom
You never sheltered us
That's why we hard to this day
Ain't no punk in us
Worked 3 jobs all through the weekdays
But still managed to make it
Out to my baseball games
We didn't have much, but we was grateful
Had a roof over our head
And food on the table
And to make ends meet and pay some bills
We'd swallow our pride and have
An old-school rummage sale
If I talked back and got loud
You'd say "boy I brought you into this world
And I'll take your ass out!"
It's a trip how history repeats it'self
For real and the things you said to me now
I say that to my children

Nobody like you, there's nobody else
That I place above you
That's why I dedicate this song to you
I love you mama!

You suppose to love your mama
Even if she gave you away
You could be gone tomorrow
But, you're here today
Every night before I go to bed I pray
And ask the Lord to put the blood of Jesus
Around my familay the less-fortunate
The underprivileged
Urban life, inner-city, single parent living
Every Thanksgiving
You'd make our favorite dish: chitlins
Macaroni and cheese, mustard greens
Turkey and dressing
And as far as sweets, can't nobody touch you
When you'd make your famous banana
Nut bread and 7-Up cake
I'm so happy mama, you learned how to text
It tears me up inside when I don't visit
Cache Creek Casino
Mother's Day I put you on the bus
To go play Bingo talk about my mama, man?
Probably shouldn't do that!
My Mama good people give you
The shirt off her back

Nobody like you, there's nobody else
That I place above you
That's why I dedicate this song to you
I love you mama!

My mama hip! My mama ain't no sap
My mama listen to Al Green
And she listen to rap
When I was fonkin' with my own hood drama
She would jump in and tell
Them go get they mama
True story real talk you know your
Mama gon' have your back
Even if you yell foul?
I'm just dwelling of the past
If I didn't fight back
Then my mama would beat my ass!
So I'd rather see you than her
Tears down my face, putting tips on you bro
Bar none, taught me to be hard
My god-sisteer Donna and her brother Bernard
It's different from now, but back then
We'd fight our best friends
Next day they'd be back friends
It's a trip how history repeats it'self
For real and the things you said to me now
I say that to my children