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you are appreciated.Ĭhorus Laaaaady, don't cha know we luv ya Sweeeet Laaaady, place no one above ya Sweeeet Laaaady, don't cha know we luv yaĪin't nobody tell us it wuz fair no luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuzn't there he passed away and I didn't cry cause my anger, wouldn't let me feel for a stranger they say i'm wrong and i'm heartless but all along I wuz looking for a father-he wuz gone I hung around with tha thug's and even though they sold drugs they showed a young brother luv I moved out and started really hang'in I needed money of my own so I started slang'in I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks It feels good, putting money in your mailbox I love paying rent when tha rents due I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you cause when I wuz low, you was there for me ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me and I can see ya coming home after work late ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate just working with tha scraps you wuz given and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving but now tha road got rough, your alone trying ta raise two bad kids on your own and there's no way I can pay ya back but my plan is ta show ya that I understand you are appreciated.
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When I was young, me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on tha streets though back in tha time, I never thought I'd see her face ain't a woman alive that can take my momma's place suspended from school, scared ta go home I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules shed tears with my baby sister over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids and even though we had different daddies tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell and who'ed think in elementary, heeeey i'd see tha penitentiary One day running from tha Police, that's right Momma catch me-put a whoop'en to my backside and even as a crack fiend mama, ya always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy-trying ta raise a man ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it there's no way I can pay ya back but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand.