The Game - Mama Knows (feat. Nelly Furtado)

Текст песни: Mama Knows (feat. Nelly Furtado)

[Verse 1: Game]
 Mama told me stay away from them niggas
 Mama told me she had a K for them niggas
 Mama told me she go to pay for them niggas
 While my grandmother told me that she would pray for them niggas
 They just young black and ignorant
 Lusting over models and the Benjamins
 Got the game twisted like (what?) licorice
 When I was rocking lottos moving packs in front of McDonalds
 She was looking for me, pulled up in that Old El Dorado
 I was running around with Chase, 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 in potatoes of that new Mac Mill
 What did I learn? Nothing
 My papa smoking sherm blunts and
 Beating on my moms 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


[Hook: Nelly Furtado]
 I know I must go and I don't know my way
 Still don't know where we all came from

[Verse 2: Game]
 Crack a Swisher, crack a 5th up
 Hennessy pouring like Niagara Falls
 Used to watch Magic, he showed me how to ball
 Moms working late night, to get a plate right
 Had some older brothers, all we did was smoke and play-fight
 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
 Didn't stop me from pretending I was Apollo from Rocky
 Working on my dip-game, now 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 song, going around the hood serving customers
 She yapping in my ear, but it's louder than the muffler
 What I didn't listen to, I 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

[Hook: Nelly Furtado]

[Verse 3: Game]
 Put your block 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 tryna 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
 Plus 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 niggas Game got it, heard he selling talcum
 Either way, hey 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?