Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Master P
Master P
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Soulja Slim
Soulja Slim
Composer
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Composer
Percy Miller
Percy Miller
Composer
Daryl L. Anderson
Daryl L. Anderson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Darryl For Beats By The Pound
DJ Darryl For Beats By The Pound
Producer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Mama raised me (Raised me)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby (Baby) (I love my mama)
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me) (I love my mama)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby (Baby)
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me) (I love my mama)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby (Baby)
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me) (I love my mama)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby (Baby)
[Verse 2]
I live my life as a thug, roll with some killers
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride with some drug dealers
Find me in the third ward pullin' all nighters
Keep a TEC nine cocked for any **** that don't like
Throw up your soldier rag if you rowdy
I represent a million motherfuckers that's 'bout it
Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug
Find me in the Range Rover buyin', slingin' street drugs
Even though this ghetto got me crazy (Crazy)
Every time I go to jail, mama get me out 'cause I'm her baby
[Verse 3]
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby (Baby) (I love my mama)
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me) (I love my mama)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby (Baby) (I love my mama)
[Verse 4]
I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys in Cali
Shoot dice with killers, and smoke with the dealers
You can't tell me shit about them streets, homie
I done seen it, and done it, and lived the real from the phonies
Out for this money, homies maintain they composure
Since kids on the corners sellin' dope by the police
Now I'm a soldier motherfucker for the chips
When I dips the trip on GP, straight for DP
Flip the script, it's a trip how my mama raised me
Pops wasn't home, left us all alone
Wasn't no thing, 'cause my mama got game
She showed me everything, except how to be a man
I understand, for all the streets and the jail time I caught
The pain I brought, that wasn't what you taught
It's probably pops fault, how I ended up
Gangbangin', crack slingin', not givin' a fuck
Two strikes in my life, a **** fed up
Mama say, "Don't let up, and baby boy, keep your head up"
(I love my mama)
[Verse 5]
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby (Baby) (I love my mama)
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby (I love my mama)
[Verse 6]
Now picture me, a ghetto child, runnin' wild
Maybe if a lot of **** had father figures
The world wouldn't be like it is now
I made moms proud, when you mention me, she smile
It feels good buyin' moms a car and a house
And my pop been locked up for ten years
Life was a struggle, mom's shed so many tears
That's why baby got nothing that I love so much
The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss
Mama, I love you 'cause you brought me here
But **** startin' to hate, and it's gettin' dark in here
But I remember what you told me
And do what you showed me
To take it slowly
[Verse 7]
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby (Baby)
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby (Baby)
Daddy wasn't home, so mama raised me (Raised me)
I'ma thug, but still mama baby
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Daryl L. Anderson, Percy Miller, Soulja Slim
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