Momma

[Grand Puba] Yeah I'd like to send this one to my favorite girl, uhh Momma momma momma Ohh momma momma momma, yeahh [Lord Jamar] Yo she was young and so tender Had a baby born Knowledge God day of September It was her first child, baby boy little bundle of joy She married Larry, for 9 months she had to carry Me and she did it gladly, but sadly Things didn't all work out, so she merked out Pregnant again with my brother Wise My grandmother let her in, she had tears in her eyes Now she's back at the crib, with 2 kids She gotta get a job, she put all her faith in God Naive to the world; believed all the stories She received as a girl, she had one more seed Another boy, reality, now that makes 3 All from a man that she hardly ever gets to see She did the best with the things she was blessed And I know I cause drama and stress To my momma, so I wanna just say yo.. [Chorus: Puba] + (Brand Nubian) I always loved my momma (she's my favorite girl) And I always loved my momma (she brought me in this world) See I always loved my momma (she taught me right from wrong) Cause I always loved my momma (you only get one, you only get one, yeah) [Sadat X] Past feudin, mask for age, still lookin elegant Front page, Ebony Jet Pam Grier threat in seventy-four What these bitches is wearin now, she wore before On tour she said you just stay pure I say sure Watched my sister's son and my little one make me fool When the po-lice came she said that she hardly see me I'm in the living room drinkin beer and watchin TV She say that she love me but sometimes I don't think She wish I wouldn't smoke as much and throw up when I drink I think, that it wasn't no day finer That when my pops snatched my mother up from North Carolina And my uncle snatched her sister and brought her, right behind her She like china, you won't find a heart finer The designer, I'll shoot for my moms, yes I will Shoot you in the side and let you live a spill, hehe [Chorus] [Grand Puba] Uh - at childhood I never really understood All your heartache and pain and how difficult it was for you to maintain To make sho' yo' seeds eat Even if we had to foodstamp it every week Always did your best to try to keep us out the street If niggas didn't listen boy that ass got beat 'Member that time you said, "Have yo' ass upstairs by 9" But I was grown and had some other shit in mind Word is bond, 10 o'clock she came downstairs With rollers in her hair and a nightgown on But I was gone, ran through the back, cut through the laundrymat Got upstairs and still caught it with the Hot Wheel track But that was cool with me; cause at least It wasn't in front of the buildin for the whole prjects to see I remember as a kid, sometimes I used to think You used to beat me for some shit that my daddy did I realize, now I'm older and wise When you used to put it on me still had love in your eyes I remember what you used to say You might not like it now, but you'll thank me someday [Chorus] [Puba - over Chorus] Thanks mom, I love you For teachin me left from right For showin me the proper way [Puba] Uhh, yeah Momma momma momma - aight Ohh momma momma momma, yeah Uhh, to all the beautiful mothers, in the world today Who strive to do they best, I know it's hard sometimes But we wanna let y'all know we recognize And we love what you do, keep doin what you doin One love, Brand Nubian Peace