| Lyrics: | (Intro: Yukmouth)
Stress, that's all y'all hear, I like a bag of stress
(Is that right?),
baby mamma's own
Speak on this, uh
(Chorus: Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, why y'all be
crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin with babies
And tryin to break your player
partners
Wonder why we blaze weed and steadily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR
MAMMA!
(Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, probably been screwed
by so many dudes that she's
confused
Keep makin moves and breakin fools and V-12's like you and I
I flew in high of Endo
and I.C.E.
That baby's supposed to look like me
Girl, youse a lie, now who's them
eyes?
Where did he get that big-ass hair-fro?
Lookin like a baby macks hair-drum,
huh
Platinum, until my bread come
So she can try to sue me and do me
like they did my
man Num, my baby mamma
The typical groupie, she watch me go from
squattin the hoopie, to
clockin loochie and the prowl
I see woman livin me coochie like, catch (catch)
Go, go
smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, ey
Throw up your hands if you're
H-O-support
Throw up your hands if you're going to court hey
The life that you live is long
not short hey
Dig it, you catch a nigga like me smokin weed
on the porch with your baby
mamma
(Chorus: Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with
drama, playin with babies
And tryin to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed
daily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
Your baby mamma
I know she freak
nasty something like a black Madonna
To get me back behind my back
She probably fuck my
partner
but you can have her player partner
Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR |
