Matt Price - I Love My Momma lyrics

[Intro: E-40] My mama man, she does errythang She's a superhero [Hook: R.O.D. & Mic Conn] 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! [Verse 1: E-40] 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 a** out!" It's a trip how history repeats itself, for real And the things you said to me now, I say that to my children [Hook:] [Verse 2: E-40] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: E-40] 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 a**! 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 itself, for real And the things you said to me now, I say that to my children