[Chorus](Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I'm
so proud of youLet me tell you what I'm about to do, (Hey
Mama)I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin back
to schoolI appreciate what you allowed for meI just want you to
be proud of me (Hey Mama)[Verse 1]I wanna tell the whole world
about a friend of mineThis little light of mine and I'm
finna let it shineI'm finna take yall back to them better
timesI'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mindI
was three years old, when you and I moved to the ChiLate
December, harsh winter gave me a coldYou fixed me up something
that was good for my soulFamous homemade chicken soup, can I
have another bowl?You work late nights just to keep on the
lightsMommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bikeAnd
you would give anything in this worldMichael Jackson leather and
a glove, but didn't give me a curlAnd you never put no man
over meAnd I love you for that mommy cant you see?Seven years
old, caught you with tears in your eyesCuz a nigga cheatin,
telling you lies, then I started to cryAs we knelt on the
kitchen floorI said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt
no moreAnd when I'm older, you aint gotta work no moreAnd
Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't affordSee
you're, unbreakable, unmistakableHighly capable, lady
that's makin lootA livin legend too, just look at what
heaven doSend us an angel, and I thank you (Hey
Mama)[Chorus][Verse 2]Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box
of chocolatesMy mama told me go to school, get your
doctorateSomethin to fall back on, you could profit withBut
still supported me when I did the oppositeNow I feel like
it's things I gotta getThings I gotta do, just to prove to
youYou was getting through, can the choir pleaseGive me a verse
of “You, Are So Beautiful To Me�Can't you see,
you're like a book of poetryMaya Angelou, Nicky Giovanni,
turn one page and there's my mommyCome on mommy just dance
wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feetNow when I say
Hey, yall say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey
Mama)[Chorus][Bridge]I guess it also depends tho, if my ends
lowSecond they get up you gon get that BenzoTint the windows,
ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama)[Verse
3]Tell your job you gotta fake em outSince you brought me in
this world, let me take you outTo a restaurant, upper
echelonImma get you a jag, whatever else you wantJust tell me
what kind of S-Type Donda West like?Tell me the perfect color so
I make it just rightIt don't gotta be Mother's Day, or
your birthdayFor me to just call and say (Hey Mama)[Chorus]
(with variations)