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
Traduzione: Pretty Things. Come Home Momma.
Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
know well I blow L's and reminisce When all my chances were as slim as Chris Rock in "New Jack City" Recorded at home studios, the two track shitty Mic blew back pretty
I wanna go outside (go outside) in the rain! I wanna go outside I wanna go outside I wanna go outside! Cause it ain't a damn thing pretty where we're
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
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
girl, 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
Slayton's oldest boy from his second marriage up in Illinois He was raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people Where they do things different Thought he'd just come
Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her
lethal, yet peaceful We no evil, I come from the slums that's run down Spit native intelligent tongue sound Would rather get gunned down than dumbed down So come
again I did it for you Young dude, I remember coming home after school Changing channels from videos back to cartoons Up late talking on the phone under my bed So momma couldn't hear some of the things
with the anger your stare theres a danger in the air you can smell it you can tell theres somethin wrong wit you you got the hurt and take it home wit
, the first one to come, shit your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done, I used to say I wouldn't amount to nothin', Even my momma ain't know she had
creep Southside young beast that's how I come on these streets [Chorus] [Lil' Phat:] Look, I got a jag and it's sleepin on duces Funeral home my whips
I know starry eyes close And momma why won?t you ever come home Lord I know starry eyes close They say that you and I we share the same traits the same pretty
with the devil and fly wit' 'em Grumble and groan, piss and moan, boo-hoo and cry wit' 'em Atleast go home and tell his momma bye bye wit' 'em (bye, momma