Hey Mama lyrics

[Chorus]

(Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I'm so proud of you

Let 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 school

I appreciate what you allowed for me

I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)

[Verse 1]

I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine

This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine

I'm finna take yall back to them better times

I'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mind

I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi

Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold

You fixed me up something that was good for my soul

Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?

You work late nights just to keep on the lights

Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike

And you would give anything in this world

Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl

And you never put no man over me

And I love you for that mommy cant you see?

Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes

Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry

As we knelt on the kitchen floor

I said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt no more

And when I'm older, you aint gotta work no more

And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford

See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable

Highly capable, lady that's makin loot

A livin legend too, just look at what heaven do

Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolates

My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate

Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with

But still supported me when I did the opposite

Now I feel like it's things I gotta get

Things I gotta do, just to prove to you

You was getting through, can the choir please

Give me a verse of "You, Are So Beautiful To Me"

Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry

Maya Angelou, Nicky Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy

Come on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feet

Now when I say Hey, yall say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

I guess it also depends tho, if my ends low

Second they get up you gon get that Benzo

Tint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama)

[Verse 3]

Tell your job you gotta fake em out

Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out

To a restaurant, upper echelon

Imma get you a jag, whatever else you want

Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like?

Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right

It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday

For me to just call and say (Hey Mama)

[Chorus (with variations)]

• Artist:Kanye West
• Album:Late Registration (2005)