black Enters doctor pessimism, no one called him. He sips his tea, demands his fee, Offers not one word of comfort to those grieving. Come home momma
Пераклад: Pretty Things. Come Home Momma.
a hot, home cooked breakfast Delicious and piping hot In only 3 microwave minutes Are you kidding? Yo, pretty packages of frosted delights Look, it comes
you used to love nice things Pretty party dresses, candy and rings You was your Momma's little angel, Daddy's little girl They used to fix your hair up in pretty
, be on the news Iron cuffs, arms through it or stuffed with embalmin' fluid Shit, I'm goin' through it, mom dukes too Tears streamin' down her pretty
& we creep Southside young b that's how I come on these streets nigga [Chorus] [Lil' Phat:] Look, I got a jag and it's sleepin on duces Funeral home
pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting All the wanted was some waves, like they fucking surfing Hold up now don't get it twisted, I aint hating do your thing
't hate me It's a shame, but this game baby, I got it in me Ain't no lame when it comes to women, I'm all up in 'em Sing a song, take 'em home, make '
't even know what I was in for Yo I seen some things that made me feel kinda funny inside I seen some things that my momma wouldn't want me To see at
, Slayton's oldest boy From his second marriage up in Illinois He's raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people Where they do things different thought he'd just come
'Cause I'm one of a kind and ill shock your mind I'll put tickets in your behind I said one two three four come on girls get on the floor A come alive
Real Thing Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam "Honey please, you're my daughter" I guess she forgot all the things
at the sky and pretend I'm home Dear Lord I know you got a plan for me but I'd rather be at home with my family [HOOK x2] If I die momma don't loose
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
situation was one of a kind Because I wanted her.. all to my own So I called her on, my mickey mouse telephone I said, "hello pretty momma it's
only 2 things that are cute and that?s squirells and little puppy dogs. Whoo! I tell ya what, I hate wearing this thing, its like kissing your great aunt
light's on in the window; she's waiting by the phone Talking to a memory that's never coming home She dreams of his returning and the things that
one What if the cure is worse than the disease Serve me up some pretty, pretty people Serve me up somebody I can believe Don't feel sorry for me I hate
