tsunami viii - mama's little boy 8 lyrics
[verse 1]
he a’int mama’s little boy no more
put the water guns down picked up a 44
said he need some head and a b-tch on all four’s
on the road to riches and you n-gg-s off course
middle finger to the sky f-ck a 9 to 5
i a’int working for you slave masters b-tch i rather die
jesus on my neck got these n-gg-‘s screaming crucify
pull up on you n-gg-s, 21, but this a’int a knife (graaa)
tell the judge it was self defense
and i’m still waiting on my 40 archer settlement
war outside and i’m loyal to the regiment
tre’, “o”, five, ima m-th-f-cking represent
she looked at me and said, “you the only you i got”
and these n-gg-s want you dead and the klan is with the cop’s
i said, ill be d-mned mama
they know who i am ma”
to you i’m still a little boy
but to them i’m the man mama
[hook]
he ain’t mama’s little boy no more
put the water guns down picked up a 44
said he need some head and a b-tch on all four’s
on the road to riches and you n-gg-s off course
middle finger to the sky f-ck 9 to 5
i a’int working for you slave masters b-tch i rather die
jesús on my neck got these n-gg-‘s screaming crucify
pull up on you n-gg-s, 21, but this a’int a knife
he a’int mama’s little boy no more x4
[verse 2]
i know you worry bout me mama but i can’t leave it alone
told you its gu’n take some time but i won’t be too long
couple hairs up on your chin and boy you think that you grown
i could smell it on your breath you think you chech and chong
fire grabba leaf when i cheef i been high all week
and my neck gleece jesus price practice what i preach
on my j o b night to day all you n-gg-s sleep
checkout my physic sugar ray tellum ain’t sh-t sweet
i ain’t punching in a clock b-tch i voted for barack
but ain’t sh-t change liquor store on every block
so ima hustle till they knock jump the fence i hear the opps
mama taught me the game i’ll do better than my pops
its a bird, its a plane, no its a m-th-f-kin wave
came out the belly of the beast and the can’t keep me in a cage
its a bad mon beard i ain’t never finna shave
heard you talking act your age little n-gg- get some base
[hook]
he ain’t mama’s little boy no more
put the water guns down picked up a 44
said he need some head and a b-tch on all four’s
on the road to riches and you n-gg-s off course
middle finger to the sky f-ck 9 to 5
i a’int working for you slave masters b-tch i rather die
jesús on my neck got these n-gg-‘s screaming crucify
pull up on you n-gg-s, 21, but this a’int a knife
he a’int mama’s little boy no more x4
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