Mama Gave Birth to the Soul Children

Lyrics

[Intro: Queen Latifah & De La Soul] Take this mask off Take it off Take it off, I'll break your damn neck Take this mask off Take it off Take it off Okay, okay Shit Okay Angel dust Possy, Dovey Yes, mama? Time to get up Hello, I'm Queen Latifah, how you doing? I hope that you're with this, I hope that you're willing I want to introduce you to a cut called, "Mama Gave Birth to the Soul Children" [Verse 1: Dove] Well, here comes the 'Goy (The 'Goy?) The Tru to the 'Goy You know the one, the a Dove-like boy Stepping in a step (Step), keeping with a kept (Kept) Making an appearance with a knotty-head set Lunatics you lose 'cause the Plug 2's sayin' Peace to the negative, nah, you make the weigh-in Weigh-in (Weigh-in), weigh-in (Weigh-in), way out of order If you know you're better, you'd better that you caught a Waving the mighty peace sign higher than a kite If you're feeling sick, it's alright, it's fever night Don't go do-si-do and diggin' no potholes 'Cause if you do, we calling March Patrol It's no different from the verbal last heard Cayumbo is the ruler that's bond to the word He's moving more than three feet, rocking with the knee-deep Dove is going to leave you with a tweet, tweet, tweet [Verse 2: Posdnuos] Next on the menu, we continue with the pasta Dipped in chocolate, served with lots of Twizzlers and honey, yum, yum, yummy Lyrics I'm flaunting is good for the tummy Tiptoeing in, I proceed to the floors Selling much records like a pimp mover Excuse me, momsy, Pos wins Cause I'm the A to the Plug W-O-N Brother, freak it live for this tribe Now let's ride down the highway of vibes Pushing that we start 'cause the soul says please 'Cause backwards, that's rats and we don't eat cheese Duck sentences need to get my meaning 'Cause preacher is the key to the casual reading Polaroid flicks are back and you will know That the soul is moving on up like the Jeffersons show [Break] Go mommy, go mommy, go mommy Go mommy, go mommy, go mommy Go mommy, go mommy, go mommy Go mommy, go mommy, go mommy [Verse 3: Queen Latifah] I'm back, a Black queen upon the scene With a knack for funky tracks, know what I mean? Prince Paul produces this and it's a fly one It had to be that way, he's one of my sons It's a family affair and then we're out of here There's no doubt here 'cause this is our year So plex to a Queen Latifah/De La Soul sound (Go 'head, mama, get down) It was inevitable that this joint venture would be incredible We never put ourselves on any pedestal But the rhyme is so good, it's practically edible (Say what?) So check the sounds of Mama Zulu (Mama Zulu) as I relay the story untold And if you're wondering why I got kids so big, they weren't born from the body, they were born from the soul [Outro: De La Soul and Queen Latifah] Go mommy, go mommy, mommy Mommy, can you teach us how to rhyme? Just like the rest of the family, baby Mommy, mommy, is the tribe really that big? The tribe is as big as the ocean Mommy, can we say hi to the family? Mommy, please Go on, baby I wanna say hi to my brother Mase I'd like to say to my Jungle Brothers, Mike G, Afrika, Sammy B And Q-Tip and Ali-Shaheed Muhammad from Quest, yeah We have to say hi to our little sister, Monie Love Yeah, I like that We'd like to say hi to grandpa Yeah, grandpa Afrika Bambaataa And grandma, grandma Omi And we want to say hi to the Flavor Unit And the Safari Sisters Oh, yeah And we gotta say hi to papa Prop, Red Alert Oh, hi, Red We have to say to say hi to our big, big, big, big brother, Prince Paul Yeah, the gouda man And mommy, we love you, mommy I love you too, baby