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
Tradução: 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
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 aunt
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
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
up in my bed I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you said You fight about money, bout me and my brother And this I come home to, this is my
up in my bed I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you said You fight about money, bout me and my brother And this I come home to, this is
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
