Datz On My Mama - Taylor Made, Nelly

Yo, how you know when a muh’fucker serious?

When he’ll put it on his momma, let’s go

(Derrty!) Ladies and gentlemen

Males and females (E.N.T.!) of all kinds (let's go)

All the way from St. Louis to Minnesota (we all we got!)

We bringin y’all, Taylor Made

It’s Jung Tru (in this ho) Jung Tru (in this ho)

Jung Tru (in this ho)

And that’s on my momma

Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch)

Blu Goose (in this bitch)

Nigga that’s on my momma

Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker)

Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker)

And that’s on my momma

Taylor Made!

You heard me?

That’s on my momma

They ain’t playin 'round hurr, AND THAT’S ON MY MOMMA!

J, U, N, G

Catch me in a house with a hundred floors, Benz with a hundred doors

Walkin out the Grammy’s with a hundred awards

I’m the best songwriter and the best damn producer (now)

Cause whores gettin highly and stoned like Medusa

Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi eatin all sushi

And then I tear the mall down for new Prada and Gucci

My album’s like Jamie Foxx, goin' for Diamond

Like Martin on «Blue Streak» I’m goin to find her

Said my flow’s ludicrous, I disturb the peace

And I ain’t «Never Scared,» get your +Bones Crushed+ in the street

I put D on the block, like I’m one of The L.O.X

Gettin' Bucks like Milwaukee, D-Bo in the spot

Like Jamaicans on the highway on Bad Boys II

Cause a hundred car crash when they see Jung Tru

I’m a first round draft pick, the chain say Derrty

Like Cam takin over the Roc, you niggas heard me, yeahhh

Yeahhhh, now I ain’t Jigga but I keep Beyoncs with me

I ain’t Will but, I keep a Smith & Wess' to blaze with me

This story get notorious, like my nigga, Biggie

I got a G-Unit of killers like my nigga, 50

My chronic chokin, ain’t no +Badder Boy+ than me

I just signed a deal with Nelly, I’m with Puff and Murphy Lee

And you can tell, when I stop 'em still, rollin on the Sprees

We gon' leave a trail of rappers still, goin on them keys (yeahhh)

I think of me of when I long stroke, Tia

But Tamara keep it real with me, used to pop, pills with me

Know she with a king, ridin through the hills with me

Hungry, that’s Vanessa Williams +Soul Food+ meals with me (yeahhh)

I take a prissy chick like Lisa +Saved by the Bell+

Bring her through the ghetto, make her drive cause she got the mil'

Now I ain’t +Money Mike+, with the Prada black, and the money right

Honey tight, but I’ll holla back, bitch it’s funny right

Blu Goose (in this ho) Blu Goose (in this ho)

Blu Goose (in this ho)

And that’s on my momma

Jung Tru (in this bitch) Jung Tru (in this bitch)

Jung Tru (in this bitch)

Nigga that’s on my momma

Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker)

Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker)

And that’s on my momma

Taylor Made!

You heard me?

That’s on my momma

They ain’t playin 'round hurr, AND THAT’S ON MY MOMMA!

You might catch me with a dime with a crazy ass, crazy stash

Pockets like Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash

My life’s like a runaway train, I’m gone in it

Treat ya body like a phone and knock off a tone in it (yeahhh)

As far as rap goes, seen a million gimmicks

On a prepaid celly, with a million minutes

And you ain’t never seen a throwback, until you meet me

Cause the back say Jesus, he played in A.D. (yeahhh)

I don’t like too much, kinda hard to please

Guns like old toothpaste, hard to squeeze

And um, niggas talk greasy until the steel him 'em

I just send 'em back to God and let him deal with 'em (yeahhh)

For the last two bars, I’mma murder the mic

And come through like Snipes on the back of the bike

This life’s a «New Jack City» shit, ya heard me?

Yeah, I come through like Snipes on the back of the bike

Gube Thug (in this ho) Gube Thug (in this ho)

Gube Thub (in this ho)

And that’s on my momma

Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch)

Blu Goose (in this bitch)

Nigga that’s on my momma

Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker) Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker)

Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker)

And that’s on my momma

Taylor Made!

You heard me?

That’s on my momma

They ain’t playin 'round hurr, AND THAT’S ON MY MOMMA!