Artist:
Kanye West
Song Title :
Hey Mama Lyrics
Complete Album Lyrics:
Late Registration
[Chorus]
(Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz Iīm so proud of you
Let me tell you what Iīm about to do, (Hey Mama)
I know I act a fool but, I promise you Iīm goin back to school
I appreciate what you allowed for me
I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)
[Verse 1]
I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine
This little light of mine and Iīm finna let it shine
Iīm finna take yall back to them better times
Iīm finna talk about my mama if yall donīt mind
I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi
Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold
You fixed me up something that was good for my soul
Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?
You work late nights just to keep on the lights
Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike
And you would give anything in this world
Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didnīt give me a curl
And you never put no man over me
And I love you for that mommy cant you see?
Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes
Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry
As we knelt on the kitchen floor
I said mommy Imma love you till you donīt hurt no more
And when Iīm older, you aint gotta work no more
And Imma get you that mansion that we couldnīt afford
See youīre, unbreakable, unmistakable
Highly capable, lady thatīs makin loot
A livin legend too, just look at what heaven do
Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolates
My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate
Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with
But still supported me when I did the opposite
Now I feel like itīs things I gotta get
Things I gotta do, just to prove to you
You was getting through, can the choir please
Give me a verse of "You, Are So Beautiful To Me"
Canīt you see, youīre like a book of poetry
Maya Angelou, Nicky Giovanni, turn one page and thereīs my mommy
Come on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feet
Now when I say Hey, yall say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I guess it also depends tho, if my ends low
Second they get up you gon get that Benzo
Tint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama)
[Verse 3]
Tell your job you gotta fake em out
Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out
To a restaurant, upper echelon
Imma get you a jag, whatever else you want
Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like?
Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right
It donīt gotta be Motherīs Day, or your birthday
For me to just call and say (Hey Mama)
[Chorus (with variations)]