2Pac – Mama’s Just A Little Girl ft Kimma Hill

Mama’s Just A Little Girl is a wonderful hip hop and rap song coming from a well-known rapper, Tupac Shakur featuring Kimma Hill.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 07 on his top charting album project called “Better Dayz” was officially released on 26 November 2002.

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LYRICS

Young mothers (that’s right)

I feel ya (hey)

I know how it is

Mama’s just a little girl (just a little girl)

Don’t nobody understand

I feel ya

 

[2Pac:]

She was born a heavy set girl with pigtails and curls

A heart full of gold, still it won’t change the world

Though she could never understand why

Some underhanded plans witnessed a man die

Was only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still

See her cryin’ by the caskets when her parents got killed

Little girl don’t cry, cuz even though they died

You can best believe they’re watchin’ over thee from the sky

Never asked for this misery, but look at what you’re gettin’

It’s a blessin’ in disguise when you find out you’re pregnant

No money, no home, and even though you’re all alone

You gots to do this on your own, so baby gone

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Just come to me and let me feed you all

I can understand the way it feels when you’re fightin’ the world

Facin’ all this drama when Mama’s just a little girl

 

[Kimma Hill:]

Mama don’t know why

Mama’s just a little girl

Livin’ if she is or not

Time ain’t on her side

Cause Mama’s just a little girl (Mama’s just a little girl)

She gotta hold her head up high

 

[2Pac:]

At sixteen

What a beautiful thing, the very essence of a jet-black ebony queen

And who could tell she’d get pregnant at an early age? (what?!)

She didn’t listen, had sex, watch her belly raise (hey)

Got violated by someone she dated

If this is fate, I’d hate to see the seeds she created, and so we waited

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

She reclines nine months then finally it’s time

What do we find? Little growin’ boy of mine

With a tortured soul, addicted to a life of crime

Had no time for the growin’ stage

He learned his values on the streets at an early age

Watch for police, don’t come home (why?)

Cuz Mama’s actin’ crazy at the hospit-al

‘Bout to have another baby

Like a rose from the concrete, growin’ within

Blessed with twins how the hell can Mama raise three men?

So we began, closest family, such insanity

A happy home, from one act of inhumanity

Plus Mama said the seed was corrupted

Used to rub Her belly, beggin’ us to breathe and she’d loved us

Now, Mama, sits quiet, sippin’ peppermint Schnapps

Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops (hey)

How could Mama bring a thug like me in this world?

She ain’t the cause of all the drama

Cause Mama’s just a little girl

 

[Kimma Hill:]

Mama don’t know why (stupid motherfuckers don’t know)

Mama’s just a little girl

Livin’ if she is or not

Time ain’t on her side

Cause Mama’s just a little girl (Mama’s just a little girl)

She gotta hold her head up high

(How could she raise us)

[2Pac:]

Now, will she remain in the same spot?

The gunshots rang, they came from the ‘caine spot

Now, look here, I see her clutchin’ her son in her arms, she’s hurt

Her heart bleeds, now she watched her seed die in the dirt

Fulfilled prophecy

But who could stop the grief I walk around, tryin’ to hold the world, up on top of me

I’d probably be an innocent man, still I’m the victim of a curse

What could be worse? Nothing but pain, since my birth

Only functions at the Pen’, cuz everybody’s in

Payin’ back society, I’m guilty of a life of sin

I watch the drama occur, my eyes blur before I jetted

I wonder why we all have to die ‘fore we get it

Though we shed tears, so many peers I’ve done buried

Worried and scared, knowin’ I’ma see the cemetery

Must be prepared, in this cold world, no one cares

No! It ain’t fair, but we all bear and do our share

In this land of the underhanded schemes and plans

Vivid dreams of a nigga havin’ G’s in hand

Mama told me not to be a punk

Fuck what you talkin’ about, coward, what you niggas want? (hey)

There ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for my Mama in this world

Cause you know I ain’t mad at cha, you’re just a little girl (Heyheyy)

Hell naw, (that’s right) see mama’s just a little girl (Mama’s just a little girl)

 

[Kimma Hill:]

Mama don’t know why

Mama’s just a little girl (Mama’s just a little girl)

Livin’ if she is or not

(y’all ain’t facin’ all this drama cause mama just a little girl)

Time ain’t on her side

Cause Mama’s just a little girl (Mama’s just a little girl)

She gotta hold her head up high

 

[2Pac:]

They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do

And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life (Facin’ all this drama, when mama’s just a little girl)

To ask us why we turn from bad to worse, is to ignore from which we came (Mama’s just a little girl)

You see, you wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had

Damaged petals

On the contrary, we would all celebrate its tenacity

We would all love its will to reach the sun

Well, we are the roses (we are the roses)

This is the concrete (this is the concrete)

And these are my damaged petals (these are my damaged petals)

Don’t ask me why (don’t ask why)

Thank God, nigga (thank god)

Ask me how (Ahahaha)

You see, mama’s just a little girl

Mama (hey)…

Mama…