mamas boyfriend

Seems such a waste of time If that's what it's all about Mama, if that's movin' up, then I'm moving out (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) Anthony works at a grocery store Saving his pennies for someday Mama Leone left a note on the door She said, "Sonny, move out to the country" Oh, but working too hard could give you a heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack You oughta know by now (you oughta know by now) And who needs a house out in Hackensack Is that all you get for your money? It seems such a waste of time If that's what you're all about Mama, if that's moving up, then I'm moving out I never liked you niggas Who knew one day I'd be just like you niggas Uh, uh, uh, alright, you niggas Uh, uh, uh, alright, you niggas When I become my mama's boyfriends? (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) He walked in our lives, I was only five Superman pajamas, I was super-duper fly Sitting here like, "Wow, he at least hooper size" You know I scrutinize, like, "Who this newer guy?" I'm my mama boyfriend, I'm her little husband I was the man of the house when it wasn't Tryna get to know me, homie? Just kill the charm You ain't interested in me, you just tryna fuck my mom We are the voices of our parents bad choices The aftermath of divorces The kids of bitter split-ups and babysitters Grandparents that don't know what to do with us And the last thing I want to see is mama's new nigga You old Old Spice-wearing, short chain-wearing Dress shoes and jogging pants-wearing, church sock-wearing When you first stop caring about your appearance? When you get here anyway? I already got parents Don't try to put me in line, I already got crayons My mama said I could do it, I already got clearance Keep your hands off my mama, how Anita got Clarence Yeah, I know she look good, but you need to stop staring I drew a picture of her that'd make her proud But the door was locked and the TV up so loud I scream out, "I ain't going to sleep no time soon! And when I do, I'm sleeping in my mama room!" I don't like you nigga If I was old enough, I'd fight you, nigga I wanna run over you in my bike, you nigga Don't go to sleep at night, you nigga When I become my mama's boyfriends? You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind You oughta know by now (when I become my mama's boyfriends?) You can pay Uncle Sam with the overtime Is that all you get for your money? And if that's what you had in mind Yeah, if that's what you're all about Good luck moving up, 'cause I'm moving out Twenty years later, where has the time gone? Now a nigga dating, having problems of his own And now a nigga grown, and the tables turned around I never thought I'd ever raise another nigga child He don't like his mama's boyfriend, just like me Don't wanna do the wrong thing, that's very un-Spike Lee But he be like Deebo 'round his mama 'nem 'Cause when she here he be quiet When she leave, he be talking again He be wilding again, be calm I don't drink the drama or sip the Dom Tyler-Perry-on "You gon marry my mom? Look I don't read palms and I don't read psalms" But I did take lil' man to church, took lil' man to school "Look, lil' man, kids don't make the rules Even though I ain't raised you, and you your mama angel Don't get it twisted, baby boy, I'll Ving Rhames you" Good luck moving up, 'cause I'm moving out (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright) (Alright, you niggas, a-alright)