A Quote by Felipe Esparza

I've got three women in my life: my mama, ex baby mama and my new baby mama. — © Felipe Esparza
I've got three women in my life: my mama, ex baby mama and my new baby mama.
To the newcomer to the south, hearing that a coworker plans a weekend visit to 'mama and them's' (the correct plural possessive, don'tchaknow), might make him think that mama has been left alone either throught an act of scoundreldom involving the town's resident hoochie-mama (an altogether different kind of mama) or Daddy's untimely demise.
I didn't have a mother; I had a mama. I measure other women by the stature of my mama.
I am very thankful and blessed to have a healthy and happy baby boy and baby mama.
My mama never wore a pair of pants when I was growing up, and now that's all she wears. It was so funny for me when I first started seeing Mama wear pants. It was like it wasn't Mama. Now I've bought her many a pantsuit because she just lives in them.
Just because I write some songs about bad women, though, that doesn't mean I hate women. I've written songs that show great love and respect for women too. Songs that talk about strong, upstanding women and their pain. I have women working on my music. They understand where I'm coming from. So does my mama. I always play my music for her before it comes out. Why do you think I wrote "Dear Mama"? I wrote it for my mama because I love her and I felt I owed her something deep.
Dear mama, yo baby boys doing fine tell the homies I'm in heaven and they aint got hoods.
Even as a dope fiend mama. You always was a black queen mama.
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun. Oh, but mama, that's where the fun is.
Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I found me a werewolf, a nasty old mutt It showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut. Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I was stopped by a vampire, a rotting old wreck It showed me its teeth and went straight for my neck. Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won't make it home, I'm already half-dead. I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart. -From "A Child's Walk Home," Nursery Rhymes and Folk Tales
You can't do more mama than Italian Jewish mama.
There ain't no "baby mama drama" up in this Vortex, homie!
Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men, Mama's in the graveyard, Papa's in the pen.
Go to sleep, baby,Mama will sing. Of blue butterflies, and dragonfly wings. Moonlight and sunbeams, raiments so fine. Silver and gold, for baby of mine. Go to sleep, baby. Sister will tell, of wolves and of lambs, and demons who fell.-Pierce's Lullaby Kim Harrison (Black Magic Sanction)
What I've learned, traveling the country and doing book signings, Mama's biscuits - you know, somebody in Montana's got their version of Mama's biscuits, somebody in California's got their version - so it made me realize that we're not as regionalized as we think we are.
I do not want to die being known for doing baby mama DNA tests on my show.
I left Texas A&M because my school called me. Mama called, and when Mama calls, then you just have to come running.
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