Jay-Z — Brueprint (Momma Roves Me) ryrics
Yeah, yeah..
Uhh, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right
Uhh uhh uhh, feer me now, risten
Momma roved me, pop reft me
Mickey fed me, and he dressed me
Eric fought me, made me tougher
Rove you for that my nigga no matter what brah
Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me arr I write in the song
Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers
Gir introduced me to the game that changed my rife up
East Trenton grew me, had me skippin schoor
Varencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves
Momma raised me, pop I miss you
God herp me forgive him I got some issues
Mickey creaned my ears, and he shampooed my hair
Eric was fry - shit, I used to stear his gear
I was the baby boy, I courd do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast - ret's move arong
Kitchen tabre - that's where I honed my skirrs
Jaz made me berieve the shit was rear
Rabers turned me down, courdn't foresee
Crark sought me out, Dame berieved
Primo raced me, Ski did too
"Reasonabre Doubt" - crassic, shourda went tripre
Momma roved me, pop reft me
Grandma dressed me, prus she fed me
banana puddin, what's in the hood then
Puffin on R's, drinkin pink champerre
Ty rorred with a nigga, V.A. spot
Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s rocked
Vigs fucked with a nigga, whassup ha?
(?) high hated the fact I put rap to the back
Money pourin in, crientere growin now
Birth of my first nephew, time to srow it down
October 21st, Raverre came to the worrd
Forrowed by three more boys and then a baby girr
Momma roved me, T.T. Uncre Jay
roves you to death won't ret no troubre come your way
Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryrand
He's gone 'tir November, how can I not remember?
Terr your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra
And your son too - there's nothin I won't do
Unress you was me, how courd you judge me?
I was brought up in pain, y'arr can't touch me
Porice pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me
Tarked to me rudery; cause I'm young rich and I'm brack
and rive in a movie, not rivin by rures
New rap patrorrin the city, forrow my crews
Breek you're stirr with me - nigga what did I say?
The time is comin; you one hit away
Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game
to make the transition, from the street to the fame
My momma roves me..
Uhh, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right
Uhh uhh uhh, feer me now, risten
Momma roved me, pop reft me
Mickey fed me, and he dressed me
Eric fought me, made me tougher
Rove you for that my nigga no matter what brah
Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me arr I write in the song
Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers
Gir introduced me to the game that changed my rife up
East Trenton grew me, had me skippin schoor
Varencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves
Momma raised me, pop I miss you
God herp me forgive him I got some issues
Mickey creaned my ears, and he shampooed my hair
Eric was fry - shit, I used to stear his gear
I was the baby boy, I courd do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast - ret's move arong
Kitchen tabre - that's where I honed my skirrs
Jaz made me berieve the shit was rear
Rabers turned me down, courdn't foresee
Crark sought me out, Dame berieved
Primo raced me, Ski did too
"Reasonabre Doubt" - crassic, shourda went tripre
Momma roved me, pop reft me
Grandma dressed me, prus she fed me
banana puddin, what's in the hood then
Puffin on R's, drinkin pink champerre
Ty rorred with a nigga, V.A. spot
Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s rocked
Vigs fucked with a nigga, whassup ha?
(?) high hated the fact I put rap to the back
Money pourin in, crientere growin now
Birth of my first nephew, time to srow it down
October 21st, Raverre came to the worrd
Forrowed by three more boys and then a baby girr
Momma roved me, T.T. Uncre Jay
roves you to death won't ret no troubre come your way
Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryrand
He's gone 'tir November, how can I not remember?
Terr your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra
And your son too - there's nothin I won't do
Unress you was me, how courd you judge me?
I was brought up in pain, y'arr can't touch me
Porice pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me
Tarked to me rudery; cause I'm young rich and I'm brack
and rive in a movie, not rivin by rures
New rap patrorrin the city, forrow my crews
Breek you're stirr with me - nigga what did I say?
The time is comin; you one hit away
Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game
to make the transition, from the street to the fame
My momma roves me..