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Ya Mama (Acapella)
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That's dope Yo, ayy, won't you go out there, brodie We need, you know, somebody to go out there and talk to the people Yeah You know, somebody to really get things going on, you know? Yeah, I see what you're saying I think you the man, so what you gon' do about it? Well, see, I'm 'bout to drop some knowledge and some righteousness shot for the people that don't know Well, you've been doing a lot of talking and stuff but I ain't seen nothin', so what you gon' do right now? Right now, right now This is for the people, the people Alright Ya mom is so fat (How fat is she?) Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough I seen hеr in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs The sad fact (What?) ya mama smokеs crack (What?) She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk Spit comes out that b*t*h mouth when she talk Naked on a mountain top, tootin' on a flizute (Flute) Ridin' on a horse drinking whiskey out a bizoot (Boot) She's got the wings and teeth of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama got a gla** eye with the fish in it Ya mama got a gla** eye with the fish in it Ya mama got a gla** eye with the fish in it Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the gla** t**ty Filled up with Kool-Aid, just for the kiddies On a cliff b*** naked, tootin' on a flute (Flute) Ridin' on a horse drinkin' whiskey out a boot (Boot) She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet I said ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Watch out, I'm thinking about your mother to a funky beat (What?) I went to your house (What?), and she licked me on the cheek (What?) I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium Way back in September 'Cause you was beatboxin' for Lou Rawls In some bright red boxer drawers You said ya moms was pretty and young But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut Ridin' on a horse drinkin' whiskey out a boot She's got the wings and teeth of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand I, I, I, I said ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Ah, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?) We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's And her skates went flat; I got stuck in her b*** crack They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way 'Cause that would blow me 'round the world in a day We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay Because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet Naked on a mountain top tootin' on a flizute (Flute) Ridin' on a horse drinkin' whiskey out a boot (Boot) With the wings and the teeth of an African bat (Ba-aa-aa-at) Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap I said ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama Ya mom's so black, she can spit coffee on a hot day Ah n***a, that's why your mama's so black, she can spit chocolate Nah, n***a, ya mama's so—, ya mama's ugly, they had to tie a piece of meat around her neck so the dog would play with her She turned into mud Ya mama got a five-hundred-pound attack bat on her shoulder named "Careless Whispers" Ya mama is so old, she owes Jesus a quarter Your mother has to eat arrows to get her sh*t straight Pound attack bat named "Careless Whispers" When they go on trips, a'ight, n***a, ah, n***a, ya mama Talkin' about yo' mama N***a, Johnny J's mama Ah, talkin' about your mama selling little kids for brooms
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