"Mama Knows" lyrics
(feat. Nelly Furtado)
[The Game:]
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 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 up out McDonald's
She was looking for me, pulled up in that old El Dorado
I was running around 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, bluffin'
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
[Pharrell Williams:]
Yes, sir
[Nelly Furtado, Pharrell Williams (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)
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)
I know
[The Game:]
Swisher, crack a fifth up, 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 could 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 wanna box me
Pick and choose, stick and move
So many dudes ended up with sleeping bags on late-night news
But not my mama's 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, 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
[Nelly Furtado, Pharrell Williams (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)
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)
I know
[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 9 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? (Played out)
[Nelly Furtado, Pharrell Williams (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)
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)
I know
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 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 up out McDonald's
She was looking for me, pulled up in that old El Dorado
I was running around 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, bluffin'
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
[Pharrell Williams:]
Yes, sir
[Nelly Furtado, Pharrell Williams (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)
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)
I know
[The Game:]
Swisher, crack a fifth up, 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 could 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 wanna box me
Pick and choose, stick and move
So many dudes ended up with sleeping bags on late-night news
But not my mama's 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, 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
[Nelly Furtado, Pharrell Williams (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)
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)
I know
[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 9 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? (Played out)
[Nelly Furtado, Pharrell Williams (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)
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)
I know
