[Chorus] I never liked you n-ggas Who knew one day I'd be just like you n-ggas Uh uh uh alright you n-ggas Uh uh uh alright you n-ggas When I become my
Много во мне маминого, Папино - сокрыто,- Я из века каменного, Из палеолита! Но, по многим отзывам - Я умный и не злой,- То есть, в веке бронзовом Стою
Mama, you taught me to do the right things So now you have to let your baby fly You've given me everything that I will need To make it through this crazy
Mama's dead, never again would she hold my hand Never again to hear her call my name How I miss it much more than I show, I miss it, oh My mama's dead
It's been many years now since mom passed away But there's lots of sweet mem'ries that I have today And when I see autumn and leaves turning brown I feel
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Mama used to send us early to bed on Christmas Eve She became Santa's helper and they took care of me We would wake up early from our beds only to see
I'm not in The Hall of Fame, I'm not on the Walk of Shame, I guess you'll find me in-between somewhere. Things go right and things go wrong, Sometimes
Ay mima no No me toque No me rompa el corazon Ay mima no No me rompa No me rompa el corazon Ay mima no No me toque el corazon Awaniye, awaniye, awaniye
I am my father's son I've never known when to shut up I ain't fooling no one I am my father's son We don't see eye to eye And I'll be the first to admit
Mama's little girl likes teasing the boys Got 'em all on a string baby just like toys Never gonna change, no you better not try 'Cause mama's little girl
She grew up plain and simple in a farming town Her daddy played the fiddle and used to do the calling when they had hoedowns She says the neighbors would
My mama loved my dad for fifty years she worked along beside him in the fields He never gave her much but he gave her all he had Dad's the only reason
1, 2, 3 ooohh He drives a motorcycle, tattoo's everywhere He got a long wraped sheet, that's right my baby ain't scared And when he talks that talk, he
Your mama's behind bars; Your step momma is too. Can't pass up those fancy cars When their keys are in plain view. Can't figure how they got caught;
Can you tell me why You're so uptight Out of your head And ain't talkin' right Can you tell me why Your mind ain't straight Out of touch And can't relate
MAMA'S LITTLE JEWEL (Hank Mills - Kermit Barrett) « © '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI » You're the meanest woman in this world and that