Mama Knows Lyrics - The R.e.d. Album - Game

Mama told me stay away from them niggas 

Mama told me she had a K for them niggas 

Mama told me she go today for them niggas 

But my grandmother told me that she would pray for them niggas 

They just young, black and ignorant 

Lusting over models and them Benjamin's 

Got the game twisted like what? Licorice 

When I was rocking lottos, moving packs up on McDonalds 

She was looking for me, pulled up in that Old El Dorado 

While I was running around with chicks, 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 and potatoes at that new Mac Mill 

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What did I learn? Nothing, my papa smoking shroom, bluffing 

Beating on my mom's 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 

Yessir 

I know I must go and I don't know my way 

Still somehow I know I'll end up where we all came from 

(From my mama's womb) 

I know I must go and I don't know my way 

Still somehow I know I'll end up where we all came from 

(From my mama's womb) 

I know 

Crack a Swisher, crack a 5th up 

Hennessy pouring like Niagara Falls 

Used to watch Magic, he showed me how to ball 

Mom's working late night to get our plate right 

Had some older brothers, all we did was smoke and play-fight 

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Wish I could go back to them days 'cause streets don't play right 

Some niggas hard, other niggas was the Kid N Play type 

But that ain't stop me from pretending I was Apollo from Rocky 

Working on my dip-game and 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 son 

Going around the hood for serving customers 

She yapping in my ear but it's louder than the muffler 

But I didn't listen to her, 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 niggas, they get one last shine 

I know I must go and I don't know my way 

Still somehow I know I'll end up where we all came from 

(From my mama's womb) 

I know I must go and I don't know my way 

Still somehow I know I'll end up where we all came from 

(From my mama's womb) 

I know 

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

Word to my mother, you can throw up your rock now 

Got off the beef shit 'cause I ain't trying to 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 

Clever, 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 niggas with platinum from my last album 

Got the check, so I signed on the X like Malcolm 

Riding through the hood, you hating niggas like how come? 

That nigga Game got it, heard he selling talcum 

Either way, playboy, check it, this is the outcome 

You might not like it but my mama psychic 

Why you niggas twisted like the top of a sidekick? 

I know I must go and I don't know my way 

Still somehow I know I'll end up where we all came from 

(From my mama's womb) 

I know I must go and I don't know my way 

Still somehow I know I'll end up where we all came from 

(From my mama's womb) 

I know