Lyrics

Well Big Mama shaking like a you really can God damn wish I sure could be your man High time livin' in your neighborhood Suppertime baby you be looking good Yeah Whoa yeah yeah Big Mama shaking like you really can Cook it up baby in your frying pan Big butter up and down my mash potata' God damn baby you know I'll eat you later My Big Mama can't run so I put her down Kick it in the morning, baby, kickin' it in the night If you roll that touchin' babe you know I am so tight Shaking it to the east and baby shaking it to the west If you want that love baby you know I am the best (Break) Go on Drop it Joe make these bitches bob their head bro! Big Mama shaking like you really can God damn wish I shall could be your man Hot time livin' in your neighborhood Suppertime baby you be looking good Yeah Whoa yeah yeah