Me and Ya Momma - Too Short, Mike Epps

$hort Dog

A lot of you niggas runnin' around here talkin' 'bout

Bitch

«You ain’t my real daddy, you ain’t my real daddy»

Well, looka here, I’m fuckin' ya momma, for real

You know what it is

Now that’s real

If your homies find out

I be fuckin' on ya momma, I be all up in your house

When you go to bed at night I fuck yo' mama on the couch

I wake up in the morning in her bed smokin' loud

It’s just me and ya momma

It’s just me and ya momma

It’s a whole lotta things going on with you

And you don’t even know I had nothing to do with it

The first time I fucked her you was in your room

She was screamin' so loud you had to know what she was doin'

Woke up the next morning and she cooked us breakfast

Standin' at the stove, booty big as Texas

I said, «Baby, I wanna have some fun wit' you»

Seen you gettin' mad, so I smoked a blunt wit' you

Told me I was cool, and you said you was a fan

Don’t worry about ya momma, she in good hands

(I'm fuckin' ya momma)

It’s just me and ya momma

It’s just me and ya momma

It’s just me and ya momma

It’s just me and ya momma

I’ma keep pullin' that muhfuckin' deuce and a quarter in front of your

muhfuckin' house

And every time you get off the bus from school, nigga, you gon' see that car in

front of the house and you gon' know who’s in there

It’s me, nigga

(It's just me and ya momma)

I’ma be sittin' on that muhfuckin' couch, nigga, drinkin' your Capri Suns,

nigga, watchin' Dr. Phil

Chillin' on your muthafuckin' couch

(It's just me and ya momma)

Fuckin' ya momma

(It's just me and ya momma)

Don’t talk shit to me, nigga, take it up with ya momma

Ya momma’s lettin' me do this shit

Ya momma like me

Open up the door, she lost the key

You talkin' 'bout, «Who is it?», nigga, it’s me

Every time I come through, the weed is free

So if your friend’s talkin' shit and say she fuckin' Too $hort

He probably turned the camera on and then pressed record

You better tell them muthafuckas I’m your stepdad

And when I walk up in your house you gon' respect that

It’s me and ya momma

I said, «Nigga, stop watchin' me»

(It's just me and ya momma)

Got me fucked up

(It's just me and ya momma)

But anyway

Everywhere I go it’s just me and ya momma

We tryin' to get you out, you always be in some drama

And every time I make bail, you act like I wanna

When every other day you gettin' dumber and dumber

Nigga, that’s why it’s just me and ya momma

We butt ass naked, we don’t be in pajamas

Got me wastin' my money on your bitch ass

But I love ya momma, boy, so you gon' get that

You should be happy I’m wit' her, you lucky as fuck

'Cause when I ain’t around, you be fuckin' shit up

It’s just me and her, mayne

It’s just me and ya momma

Me and ya momma

Me and ya momma

It’s just me and ya momma

At the grocery store, it’s just me and ya momma

At the cleaners, it’s just me and ya momma

At the court, it’s just me and ya momma

At the school, it’s just me and ya momma

In the strip club, just me and ya momma

In the hood, it’s just me and ya momma

In jail, it’s just me and ya momma

In the bed, it’s just me and ya momma

You know, ya momma said to me the other night, she said, «Make love to me,

talk dirty to me»

I said, «Your kitchen, your dishes ain’t been washed in two weeks»

(Man, you rich, man)

I ain’t got no money, nigga, I got three strikes, I can’t find no job, nigga

I’m the one makin' ya momma happy, nigga

I’m around the house, I’m fixin' shit, I can cook and everything, nigga

I’ve been to the pen, and I ain’t bringin' no money in the house, nigga

But I’m makin' ya momma happy

It’s me and ya momma