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Ya Mama (Acapella)
The Pharcyde
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Yo, hey, why don't you go out there, brody?
We need, you know, somebody to go out there and talk to the people
You know, somebody to really get things goin' on, you know?
I think you the man, so what you gon' do about it?
Well, see, I'm about to drop some
Knowledge and some righteousness shot
For the people that don't know
Well, you know you been doin' a lot of talkin' and stuff
But I ain't seen nothin', so what you gon' do right now?
Right now! Right now! Alright
Your mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
Your mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
The sad fact (What?) your mama smokes crack (What?)
She got a burnin' yearnin' and there's no turnin' back
Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk
Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk
Naked on a mountaintop, tootin' on a flizute
Riding on a horse, drinkin' whiskey out a bizoot
She got the wings and teeth of an African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that
Your mama got a glass eye with a fish in it
(Your mama got a glass eye with a fish in it)
Your mama got a glass eye with a fish in it
(Your mama, your mama, your mama)
Your mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks
With a big bust nose, suckin' dirt out of socks
Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot
She grabbed a bag of cheese corn and a soda pop
Your mama's rootin', tootin', 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 glass titty filled up with Kool-Aid just for the kiddies
On a cliff butt naked, tootin' on a flute
Riding on a horse, drinking whiskey out a boot
She got the teeth and the wings of a African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that
Your mama got the wooden legs with real feet
(Your mama got the wooden legs with real feet)
I said your mama got the wooden legs with real feet
(Your mama, your mama, your mama)
Watcha, 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 your moms was pretty and young
But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue
Your moms, your moms, she uses Brut
And I saw her ridin' a horsey drinkin' whiskey out a boot
She's got the wings and teeth of an African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone (Mudbone?), and on top of all that
Your mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand
(Your mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand)
I, I, I, I said your mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand
(Your mama, your mama, your mama)
Ah, your mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
We piled up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
And her skates went flat, I got stuck in her butt 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 mountaintop, tootin' on a flizute
Riding on a horse, drinkin' whiskey out a bizoot
With the wings and the teeth of an African bat (Bat)
Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that
Your mama's got an afro with a chinstrap
(Your mama's got an afro with a chinstrap)
I said your mama's got an afro with a chinstrap
(Your mama, your mama, your mama)
Your mom's so black she can spit coffee on a hot day
Ah, nigga, that's right, your mama's so black she can spit chocolate
Nah, nigga, your mama's so, your mama's so ugly
They had to tie a piece of meat around
Her neck so the dog would play with her
Nah, she turn into mud
Your mama got a five-hundred pound attack
Bat on her shoulder named Careless Whispers
Your mama is so old she owes Jesus a quarter
Your mother has to eat arrows to get her shit straight
Pound attack bat named Careless Whispers
When they go on trips
Aight, nigga
Nigga, ah, nigga, your mama
Ahh, nigga, talkin' 'bout that bitch
Talkin' 'bout your mama
Nigga, Johnny J's mama
Ahh
Ahh, talkin' 'bout your mama sellin' little kids for brews
Sellin' what?