Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Poppa was a stoned cold nigga, but to me was a hustle man
My granddaddy was a rock star figure, but I knew he was a troubled man
Uh, uh, uh, never let no one take you for granted,
See, one hand washes the other hand!
Hey, hey, hey, when everything comes crumbling down
Love your tears on the stand.
So you better move back if I'm, if I'm with you
I'm too busy living life as I want, yeah!
Momma was a strong black sister, she popped like a pistol
So I guess that I'm a son of the gun, yeah.
People say you've changed, you've changed, yeah!
I gotta work this out, this ain't the same!
They say that you've changed, you've changed, yeah!
I gotta work this out, this ain't the same!
My ex girl was another gold digger, caught her sleeping with another man
Hmmm, my baby momma, all she wanna do was bicker,
Now my daughter she don't want a daddy.
Uh, uh, uh, baby, it's a cold, cold world,
I try living, but I never can.
Maybe I just love the wrong women,
Maybe someday you will understand!
So you better move back if I'm, if I'm with you
I'm too busy living life as I want, yeah!
Momma was a strong black sister, she popped like a pistol
So I guess that I'm a son of the gun.
People say you've changed, you've changed, yeah!
I gotta work this out, this ain't the same!
They say that you've changed, you've changed, yeah!
I gotta work this out, this ain't the same!
So you better move back if I'm, if I'm with you
I'm too busy living life as I want, yeah!
Momma was a strong black sister, she popped like a pistol
So I guess that I'm a son of the gun, uh yeah!
Uh, you've changed, you've changed, yeah!
I gotta work this out, this ain't the same!
They say that you've changed, you've changed, yeah!
I gotta work this out, this ain't the same!