Me and Ya Momma (feat. 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