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Man, my Papa drove a cab, right on Massachusetts Ave' Had to pay for undergrad, and my teeth, studied math Black funky engineer, like his parents, had that flair Cigarettes in the air, 24 pack of beer He started drinkin' as a Pickney with the palm wine To turn his back on back home, that won't be no small crime And back home, he was sendin' money for the food and guns And while his country fell in war, Papa fell in love And they end up in the land of Jungle Fever Too much gin, one day, the bed rumbles And here I am Mom, I try to get up early just like you Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you Ooh (I work just like you too) Mom, I try to get up early just like you Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you Ooh (I work just like you too) Mama grew up in the sixties, like a proper hippie I grew up on Big and Pac and watchin' Ren and Stimpy I was rappin' through my teeth, it make me sound more gritty Mama tempin' round the city, we was living simply She put that soda in the frying pan She fry that soda to make syrup for your boy, man She bail me out and took me in on unemployment Letras de cancionesI'm overjoyed man, Mama fell in love And they end up in the land of Jungle Fever Too much gin, one day, the bed rumbles And here I am Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you Mom, I try to get up early just like you Ooh (I work just like you too) Pop, I work all night, I'm workin' just like you Mom, I try to get up early just like you Ooh (I work just like you too) You-ooh-ooh, oh You-ooh-ooh, oh Oh baby From Letras Mania