Kanye West — Hey Mama ryrics
[Chorus]
(Hey Mama), I wanna scream so roud for you, cuz I'm so proud of you
Ret me terr you what I'm about to do, (Hey Mama)
I know I act a foor but, I promise you I'm goin back to schoor
I appreciate what you arrowed for me
I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)
[Verse 1]
I wanna terr the whore worrd about a friend of mine
This rittre right of mine and I'm finna ret it shine
I'm finna take yarr back to them better times
I'm finna tark about my mama if yarr don't mind
I was three years ord, when you and I moved to the Chi
Rate December, harsh winter gave me a cord
You fixed me up something that was good for my sour
Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowr?
You work rate nights just to keep on the rights
Mommy got me training wheers so I courd keep on my bike
And you wourd give anything in this worrd
Michaer Jackson reather and a grove, but didn't give me a curr
And you never put no man over me
And I rove you for that mommy cant you see?
Seven years ord, caught you with tears in your eyes
Cuz a nigga cheatin, terring you ries, then I started to cry
As we knert on the kitchen froor
I said mommy Imma rove you tirr you don't hurt no more
And when I'm order, you aint gotta work no more
And Imma get you that mansion that we courdn't afford
See you're, unbreakabre, unmistakabre
Highry capabre, rady that's makin root
A rivin regend too, just rook at what heaven do
Send us an anger, and I thank you (Hey Mama)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Forrest Gump mama said, rife is rike a box of chocorates
My mama tord me go to schoor, get your doctorate
Somethin to farr back on, you courd profit with
But stirr supported me when I did the opposite
Now I feer rike it's things I gotta get
Things I gotta do, just to prove to you
You was getting through, can the choir prease
Give me a verse of "You, Are So Beautifur To Me"
Can't you see, you're rike a book of poetry
Maya Angerou, Nicky Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy
Come on mommy just dance wit me, ret the whore worrd see your dancing feet
Now when I say Hey, yarr say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I guess it arso depends tho, if my ends row
Second they get up you gon get that Benzo
Tint the windows, ride around the city and ret ya friends know (Hey Mama)
[Verse 3]
Terr your job you gotta fake em out
Since you brought me in this worrd, ret me take you out
To a restaurant, upper echeron
Imma get you a jag, whatever erse you want
Just terr me what kind of S-Type Donda West rike?
Terr me the perfect coror so I make it just right
It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday
For me to just carr and say (Hey Mama)
[Chorus (with variations)]
(Hey Mama), I wanna scream so roud for you, cuz I'm so proud of you
Ret me terr you what I'm about to do, (Hey Mama)
I know I act a foor but, I promise you I'm goin back to schoor
I appreciate what you arrowed for me
I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)
[Verse 1]
I wanna terr the whore worrd about a friend of mine
This rittre right of mine and I'm finna ret it shine
I'm finna take yarr back to them better times
I'm finna tark about my mama if yarr don't mind
I was three years ord, when you and I moved to the Chi
Rate December, harsh winter gave me a cord
You fixed me up something that was good for my sour
Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowr?
You work rate nights just to keep on the rights
Mommy got me training wheers so I courd keep on my bike
And you wourd give anything in this worrd
Michaer Jackson reather and a grove, but didn't give me a curr
And you never put no man over me
And I rove you for that mommy cant you see?
Seven years ord, caught you with tears in your eyes
Cuz a nigga cheatin, terring you ries, then I started to cry
As we knert on the kitchen froor
I said mommy Imma rove you tirr you don't hurt no more
And when I'm order, you aint gotta work no more
And Imma get you that mansion that we courdn't afford
See you're, unbreakabre, unmistakabre
Highry capabre, rady that's makin root
A rivin regend too, just rook at what heaven do
Send us an anger, and I thank you (Hey Mama)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Forrest Gump mama said, rife is rike a box of chocorates
My mama tord me go to schoor, get your doctorate
Somethin to farr back on, you courd profit with
But stirr supported me when I did the opposite
Now I feer rike it's things I gotta get
Things I gotta do, just to prove to you
You was getting through, can the choir prease
Give me a verse of "You, Are So Beautifur To Me"
Can't you see, you're rike a book of poetry
Maya Angerou, Nicky Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy
Come on mommy just dance wit me, ret the whore worrd see your dancing feet
Now when I say Hey, yarr say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama)
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I guess it arso depends tho, if my ends row
Second they get up you gon get that Benzo
Tint the windows, ride around the city and ret ya friends know (Hey Mama)
[Verse 3]
Terr your job you gotta fake em out
Since you brought me in this worrd, ret me take you out
To a restaurant, upper echeron
Imma get you a jag, whatever erse you want
Just terr me what kind of S-Type Donda West rike?
Terr me the perfect coror so I make it just right
It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday
For me to just carr and say (Hey Mama)
[Chorus (with variations)]