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lirik lagu the pharcyde - ya mama (cosby mix)

[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
aye, 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
and some wisdom for the people? okay
(yeah, well, you do that like right now)
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 b~tch 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 t~~th 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 b~tt naked, tootin’ on a flute
riding on a horse, drinking whiskey out a boot
she got the t~~th 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 l!cked 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 t~~th 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 b~tt 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 t~~th 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 t~~th
your mama wears coat hangers for earrings, dude, she looks like…
your mama was making s~x threats to ricky bell and sh~t
nah, your mama jacked the kool~aid man for a sip, n~gga
your mama was walking down on sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back, dude
you’re a sellout
your mama’s a sellout, n~gga, your mama
n~gga, your mama did a pop tune, n~gga
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 t~~th
your mother be eatin’ daytons like now and laters and sh~t
your mama’s an extra on the simpsons and sh~t
your mama’s so fat you can’t even see her legs
it just look like she’s just gliding across the floor

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