sleeps on the floor can't fall the fuck off the bed Nigga Pop your collar to this It's grills mania, ya heard me Owww [Chorus:] She's my Mammy She's my
Превод: Fat Joe. Тя е моят Momma.
on the floor can't fall the fuck off the bed Nigga Pop your collar to this It's grills mania, ya heard me Owww [Chorus:] She's my Mammy She's my baby
' in my last days My mother love me, she say she hate my bad ways But still she blame it on herself for doin' what she done It wasn't fun, she moved us
in touch with Joe [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Yeah, hahaha More money more problems Yup, it's Cook! Yeah [Fat Joe over "Joe" sample] Joseph Carter, that's
it's just... [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Yo - wake up in a cold sweat 5:15 in the mornin, hear my phone ring It's my nigga Ant speedin, slow down dog You actin
that on deck. All day , Hoes hey, lil momma all at. She like it and she want it so you know she gonna get it. My nigga's in the club, so you know we
boss players chillin in one spot It's Joe and then we got Joe and then we got Joe and then - it's whoa-ohhhh-ohhhh [Fat Joe] Yeah, uhh, yo, uhh I gotta
chop chop My axe is my buddy, we right the planet's wrongs Me and my axe leave bigots dead on richie lawns My axe is my buddy, he never makes me cry
was a good day (Shit!) Left my nigga's house paid (What) Picked up a girl been tryin' to fuck since the 12th grade It's ironic, I had the brew, she had
But the lyrical bomber momma tried to stop Paranoid 'cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot Name plate hair straight metal braces on my teeth Fat laces on my
s momma is a big fat bitch Kyle's momma is a big fat bitch Kyle's momma is a big fat bitch Kyle's momma is a big fat bitch She's a three toed, stank
kiss Akisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste(uhh) I got the crown nigga, it's going down nigga and Los Angelesss - it's my town nigga! I got a
: Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch Joe c.: She's a three toed
kitchen And put my finger in the cornbread mix Mom yells, "Dinner's ready", 'cause she's the boss All I needed was my ketchup and my hot sauce And my
chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of Cause no one can do it better [Fat Joe:] Your crack girly 80s crack baby's momma paid me Maybach, fly Mercedes
