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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Jon
Lil Jon
Performer
The Eastside Boyz
The Eastside Boyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Composer
Sammie Norris
Sammie Norris
Composer
Maurice Cenac
Maurice Cenac
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Producer
Billy Hume
Billy Hume
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
[Verse 2]
Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz, alright, alright
Talkin' bout Big Momma, Big Momma, Big Momma
[Verse 3]
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
[Verse 4]
Uh, uh, uh, uh ooh, ah let's begin
Big Momma comin' through better tell your friends
What that South like
That good country cookin' all day and night
She might be big but she can still go
To the dance flo' to the back of our co'
Hey, don't talk no junk
Ya might get skunked with a mother gun, huh
If ya wanna fight
Big Momma knock ya out with one aight
It's all to the good
Cause nobody watchin' over our neighbourhood
But wait a minute
I came to get with Sherry or Bennett
Cause she so cute
And I love it when she wear them Daisy Dukes
[Verse 5]
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
[Verse 6]
I was at a jam the other night
Seen Big Momma, she was lookin' tight
Iced out, grill in her mouth
Flake in her hair, representin' that South
On the floor she was shakin' that thang
Poppin' that thang, damn, twerkin' that thang
Big Momma off the chain
She will show ya know shame cause she true to the game
And ya know she serious
And the way she bounce got a playa delirious
And I know she ready
Gotta dance so crunk even though she heavy
And when we left the club
I seen Big Momma's Caddy sittin' on them dubs
And the trunk with the block beater
I was sittin' right behind her in the two-seater
[Verse 7]
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
GO BIG MOMMA, what, what
[Verse 8]
Ooh look at Big Momma, OOH BIG MAMA
Big Momma droppin' that thang, OOH BIG MAMA
Big Momma big and beautiful, OOH BIG MAMA
Look at Big Momma with them Daisy Dukes, OOH BIG MAMA
Big Momma got on some jammies, OOH BIG MAMA
Big Momma what chu' talkin' bout, OOH BIG MAMA
Big Momma done gone off the top, OOH BIG MAMA
Big Momma you scare me, OOH BIG MAMA
[Verse 9]
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
GO BIG MOMMA, go ahead, go ahead
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
[Verse 10]
Hey Big Momma, Cher on the phone
She left that scab, she tryna come back home
Written by: Jonathan Smith, Maurice Cenac, Sammie Norris
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