Ya Mama

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, man, you gotta be, you know You gotta be on the dime, man, what's up with that? Yo, bro-shot Yeah, word up, bro-shot Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like, dropping knowledge and writin' good stuff Ayy, man, why don't you quit talkin' all the stuff and do something about it? You know what I'm sayin? Oh, you talkin' 'bout kick some, uh, knowledge Yeah, well, you do that like right now And some wisdom for the people, okay What's up with that? I got it (Brothers and sisters) [Verse 1: Fatlip] 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 burning yearning and there's no turning back Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk [Chorus: Fatlip] Naked on a mountaintop, tooting on a flizute Riding on a horse, drinking 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 the fish in it (Your mama got a glass eye with the fish in it) Your mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (Your mama, your mama, your mama) [Verse 2: Bootie Brown] Your 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 Your mama root and 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 glass titty Filled up with Kool-Aid just for the kiddies [Chorus: Bootie Brown] 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 an 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) [Verse 3: Imani] 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 your moms was pretty and young But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue [Chorus: Imani] Your moms, your moms, she uses Brut And I saw her riding a horsey, drinking whiskey out a boot She got the wings and teeth of an African bat Her middle name is 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) [Verse 4: Slimkid3] Aw, your 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 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 [Chorus: Slimkid3] Naked on a mountaintop, tooting on a flizute Riding on a horse, drinking whiskey out a bizoot With the wings and the teeth of an African 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) [Outro] Your mama got snakeskin teeth Your mama wears coat hangers for earrings, dude, she looks like Your mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit Nah, your mama jacked the Kool-Aid man for a sip, nigga Your mama was walking down on Sunset with a ninety-nine-cent sign on her back, dude You're a sellout Your mama's a sellout, nigga, your mama Nigga, your mama did a pop tune, nigga Your mama's glasses are so thick she could look into a map and see people wavin' at her Your mother got an Ouija board on her back Sidney with EQ and everything she keep sayin' His mother be hooked, fishin' with a hook and reel at the frozen food section Tre's mama got Play-Doh teeth Your mother be eatin' Daytons like Now and Laters and shit Your mama's an extra on The Simpsons and shit Your mama's so fat you can't even see her legs It just look like she's just gliding across the floor