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Intro: |
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Yo man, you gotta be... you know |
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You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that? |
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Yo bro-shot |
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Yeah, word up bro-shot |
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Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge |
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and writin good stuff |
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Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it? |
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You know what I'm sayin? |
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Oh, you talking about.. kick some, uh, knowledge... |
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Yeah, well you do that like right now |
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... and some wisdom for the people |
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What's up with that? |
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OK, I got it |
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(brothers and sisters) |
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Verse One: Booty Brown |
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Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) |
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Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy |
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with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough |
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I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs |
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The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?) |
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She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back |
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Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk |
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Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk |
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Refrain: |
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Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot |
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Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot |
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She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat |
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Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that: |
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Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (3X) |
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Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama |
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Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre |
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Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks |
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With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks |
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Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot |
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She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop |
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Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit |
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She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute |
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She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty |
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Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies |
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Refrain: |
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On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute |
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Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot |
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She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat |
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Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that |
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Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X) |
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Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama |
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Verse Three: Fat Lip |
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Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat |
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I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek |
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I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium |
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way back in September |
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Cause you was beatboxin for Lou Rawls |
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In some bright red boxer drawers |
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You said ya moms was pretty and young |
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But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue |
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Refrain: |
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Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut |
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And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot |
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She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat |
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Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that |
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Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (3X) |
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Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama |
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Verse Four: Imani |
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Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) |
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We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's |
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and her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack |
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They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap |
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Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way |
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Cause that would blow me round the world in a day |
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We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay |
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because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet |
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Refrain: |
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Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot |
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Ridin on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot |
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With the wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at |
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Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that |
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Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X) |
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Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama |
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Outro: |
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Ya mama got snake skin teeth |
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Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe |
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Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit |
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Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga |
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Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back |
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(You're a sellout) ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama |
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Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga |
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Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map |
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and see people wavin at her |
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Your mother got an Ouija board on her back |
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Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin |
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His mother be hooked, fishin with a hook and reel at the frozen food section |
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Tre's mama got Playdough teeth |
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Ya mother be eatin daisies like Now and Laters and shit |
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Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit |
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Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs |
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it just looks like she's just gliding across the floor... |
