Jesus Santana – Dear Mama, Pt. 2 Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mama)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mama)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dear Mama
I'm gonna have you living right
No struggles no we don't gotta fight
No more beans with the fucking rice
Pick you out a nice purse don't look at the price
Prop ya feet up, lay on the couch
You done worked too hard it's time to chill out
I'm gonna have you living right
No struggles no we don't gotta fight
No more beans with the fucking rice
Pick you out a nice purse don't look at the price
Prop ya feet up, lay on the couch
You done worked too hard it's time to chill out
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mama)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dear Mama I'm going to do it for you
I'm gonna get this fucking million
I'm gonna put you on them hills
I don't care what they say
I'm gonna have you rocking the newest designer
New Dior and that newest fucking Prada
(Mama, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You gonna have some ice on your neck too
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, Mama)
New Vvs dancing in the dark and the light too
(Yeah)
(Mama)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Mama)
Chill out Mama
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All them cases I got you was right there with me
Ion care what they say I was like Pac you was like Biggy
Had to get in tune with myself before I turned into an addict
Smoking so much dope, lungs feeling asthmatic
I'm still fighting a case, but you still gonna
Catch me with a smile on my face
I did some dumb shit in my past, but you can handle that
You don't know where my visions where my angles at
Dimes that turned into a whole get cut in half
Gotta start moving I ain't trying come in last
I ain't trying fucking come in last
Dear Mama this for you