Artist: The Game f/ Nelly Furtado, Pharrell
Album:  The R.E.D. Album
Song:   Mama Knows
Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com

[The Game] + (Pharrell)
Mama told me to stay away from them niggas {chill blood}
Mama told me she had a 'K for them niggas {chill blood}
Mama told me she'd 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 Benjamins
Got the game twisted like (like what?) licorice
When I was rocking lottos, moving packs out by McDonald's
she was looking for me, pulled up in that old Eldorado
I was running round with chicks, chasing new black wheels
Why would I do that still? That's what got 2Pac killed
But I use that steel cause I will do that deal
Screw the muzzle in potatoes of that new MAC mill'
What did I learn? Nothing, my pops smoking sherm, bluffing
Beating on my moms like her head was a percussion
Tap tap, my .45 knocking on your window
She said it would be days like this, Pharrell drop the instrumental (yessir)

[Chorus 2X: Nelly Furtado] + (The Game)
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)

[The Game]
Swisher, crack the fifth of, Hennessy pouring like Niagara Falls
Used to watch Magic, he showed me how to ball
Moms working late night to get our plate right
Had some older brothers, all we did was smoke and play-fight
Wish I can 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, pretending I was Apollo from Rocky
Working on my dip game, now nobody want to box me
Pick and choose, stick and move, so many dudes
ended up with sleeping bags on late-night news
But not my mama son, known 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 have 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

[Chorus 2X]

[The Game]
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 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 nine months so she can have whatever
Clever, she taught me how to shoot Berettas
Told me that I'd be a +King+, so R.I.P. 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?

[Chorus 2X]