Mama’s Song Ringtones

We've been simmerin' all day Like a pot of rice and beans Now it's comin' along Gotta season an' salt With the flavor of New Orleans And let you whip up a little zydeco And roll in all that jazz Infuse with the blues and here we go! This party's got the flavor Come on and pull up a seat at the table It won't be too long now We been cookin' up this rhythm And stirrin' up the South We're gonna taste that good ol' snare drum And crack it nice and loud Gonna bring it to a boil and keep on dishin' If you can't take the beat, get out of the kitchen! Spoken: Yeah, you got it, baby! Mama gon' feed you now! Watch out! I was servin' up this feast And there's plenty here for you! Trust the spoon, you're gonna love this tune! And here's what you need to do Come on and pull up a seat at the table It won't be too long now We been cookin' up this rhythm, ooh yeah! And stirrin' up the South Whoo! We're gonna taste that good ol' snare drum And crack it nice and loud Gonna bring it to a boil and keep on dishin' If you can't take the beat, get out of the kitchen! Spoken: Uh, hear those drumsticks! That's it, baby, that's it, play down that bouilla-bass! And salt and pepper add it, Right there, right there. Whoo, that sounds so good! Good taste with everything! Oh, come on and pull up a seat at the table It won't be too long now We been cookin' up this rhythm, oh yeah! And stirrin' up the South We're gonna single out the cymbal! And the rushin', spinnin' round We're gonna bring it to a boil and keep on dishin' If you can't take the beat, get out of the kitchen! Spoken: Go, get out of the kitchen! I said, go, get out of the kitchen 'cause I'm makin' me some gumbo!

1st Verse: Your pain and struggle Has brought me in this world You worked endless hours Just to give my back a shirt Words cannot express the love I feel inside You're the pillar of my life The reason why I give this world a try And I just wanna say Chorus: Thank you mama For the pain that you dred The tears that you shed for me Thank you mama You'll be queen of my life Until the day that I die Your the best thing That ever happened to me 2nd Verse: You always told me To put God first in my life And always remain humble No matter how high the tide There's no way to pay back all of your love How you gave it all to me And taught how to pray down on my knees That's why I say (Back to chorus) Bridge: I wish you could live, forever and ever And anything you want I want to be your provider Oh mama I want the best for you, My mama you know I love you (Back to chorus)

So I figured day two you're already the boss Are you in charge yet, I hope you have a terrific second day I love you son and I look forward to hearing your voice Talk to you later Let's get it No gold chains or gold plated canines, I can't rock gold teeth I was raised around strong women, who taught me how to dream I learned how to make mixed drink 'fore I reached my 10th birthday I'm dope as hell and if you ask about me then I'll just sing the phrase I got my badass from my mama I finessed my style at age thirteen I got my boogie from my father Now fox trot my way and get at me Now, now, now now, uh Calm is the river that I kayak through And this river's for you, a rhyme scheme and a tune Mood ring of sunset and robin's egg blue Leaves for iridescent feelings that change on cue Sunset is the chorus and the egg is the verse Side by side they do a jig, baby funk a little I'm off that paddle piddle, piddle paddle, messin' around With my bum on the ground like now Step over that writer's block and thoughts of what I gotta be Its gotta be poppy, gotta be raw, gotta gotta be But honestly, I haven't heard a soul that does what Wic does I'm done buggin, my shit bumps, and I got it from I got my badass from my mama I finessed my style at age thirteen I got my boogie from my father Now fox trot my way and get at me I got my badass from my mama I finessed my style at age thirteen I got my boogie from my father Foxtrot my way and get at me