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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Al Kooper
Al Kooper
Sampled Artist
Bootie Brown
Bootie Brown
Vocals
Fatlip
Fatlip
Vocals
Imani
Imani
Vocals
Mike Bloomfield
Mike Bloomfield
Sampled Artist
Slimkid3
Slimkid3
Vocals
Stephen Stills
Stephen Stills
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emandu Wilcox
Emandu Wilcox
Songwriter
Derrick Stewart
Derrick Stewart
Songwriter
Romye Robinson
Romye Robinson
Songwriter
John Martinez
John Martinez
Songwriter
T. Hardson
T. Hardson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al Phillips
Al Phillips
Additional Engineer
Doug Boehm
Doug Boehm
Additional Engineer
Eric Sarafin
Eric Sarafin
Mixing Engineer
J-Swift
J-Swift
Producer
James Mansfield
James Mansfield
Additional Engineer
Jim Ervin
Jim Ervin
Additional Engineer
Joe Primeau
Joe Primeau
Mixing Engineer
The Pharcyde
The Pharcyde
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Yo man, you gotta be, you know, you gotta be on to die, man What's up with that? Yo bro-shot, yeah, word up bro-shot Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin' knowledge Ay man, why don't you quit talkin' all the stuff And do something about it? You know what I'm sayin'? Oh, you talking about, kick some, uh, knowledge Yeah, well you do that like right now And some wisdom for the people, what's up with that? Okay, I got it (Brothers and sisters) Ya mom is so fat (How fat is she?) Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs The sad fact (What?) Ya mama smokes crack (What?) She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back Her knuckles drag down to the ground where she walk Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot She's got the wings and teeth of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it) Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama) Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks Held up the ice-cream truck with a slingshot She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop Ya mama root 'n' toot and stole my loot and my suit She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty Filled up with Kool-Aid, just for the kiddies On a cliff butt naked, tootin' on a flute Ridin' on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet) I said ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama) Watch out, I'm thinkin' about your mother to a funky beat I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek I said, "Excuse me, lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium Way back in September 'cause you was beatboxin' for Lou Rawls In some bright red boxer drawers" You said ya moms was pretty and young But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot She's got the wings and teeth of an African bat Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand) I said ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama) Aw, ya mom is so fat (How fat is she?) We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's And her skates went flat, I got stuck in her butt crack They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way 'Cause that would blow me round the world in a day We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay Because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot Ridin' on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot With the wings and the teeth of an African bat, (bat, bat, bat) Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap) I said ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama) Ya mama got snake skin teeth Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings, dude she looks like Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back (You're a sellout) Ya mama's a sellout nigga, ya mama Nigga, ya mama did a pop tune nigga Ya mama's glasses are so thick She look into a map and see people wavin' at her Your mother got an Ouija board on her back Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin' His mother be hooked, fishin' with a and reel at the frozen food section Tre's mama got Playdough teeth and shit Ya mother be eatin' daisies like Now and Laters and shit Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs It just looks like she's just gliding across the floor
Writer(s): Norman Cook, Jon Hiseman, Frankie Cutlass, Dick Heckstall-smith, Gene Douglas Finley, Charles L. Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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