Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Da Brat
Performer
Vita
Performer
Destiny's Child
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Da Brat
Lyrics
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Composer
Tamara Savage
Composer
Bryan-Michael Cox
Composer
Tiheem Crocker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Producer
Bryan-Michael Cox
Co-Producer
Phil Tan for Anunnaki Entertainment
Mixing Engineer
John Horesco IV
Recording Engineer
Brian Frye
Recording Engineer
James Hoover
Recording Engineer
Brian Remenick
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Yo, New York in da house
Brooklyn in da house (Destiny's Child)
Uptown in da house
Chi Town in da house
Atlanta, Georgia, are you in da house?
West Coast in da house (Vita)
Everybody in da house
(Yo, yo, yo), baby, baby, come on
Who that be? (Baby, come on) V-I-T-A
Big Momma lady murders away (yeah)
We play 24 hours a day
Mind on money 24 hours a day
It's hard to say or tell when there's love in the air
So I continue to be Miss Dawg of the year (uh)
And take care of my peeps when the streets is hot
You need a place to stay, just pull out the cot
And I swerve in the two-door car without no shotgun (yeah)
Driver took 'em from lukewarm to hot, like lava
I'm not one that's forgotten
There's a lot of haters that be hatin' for nothing
With their hand out waitin' for something
Chick like me, I waits for nothin'
Put in work 'til the cake come in (yeah)
So breathe easy, whenever you need me, just yell
V-I-T-A know it well
This is Big Momma's house (yeah)
We ain't gon' take no poppin' off at the mouth
This is Big Momma's house
Those that get a chance to dance, they get turned out
This is Big Momma's house
One night spent here, have you climbing up the wall
This is Big Momma's house
We ain't gonna take no mess at all
No, no!
You know how Da Brat-tat get (uh-huh)
The dough stack, what?
Ready for combat, get your head cracked, what?
Could cook a steak up and dice that paper
Chop it up like onions to add that flavor
I'm fresh, even your mami wish I was her seed
I rip a hole in the track as it bleed
I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the heat
Obviously it's evident, I can't be beat, what?
I strut in them 38 jeans or the fitted ones
Either way, you still wanna split something
Could it be the curves in the waist? (What?)
Or could it be the Suburban I push when I swerve through the place
(Uh), got the nerve to not be able to be replaced (yeah)
Haters can't tap in 'cause I can't be traced (uh)
This my house, don't speak until spoken to
Disrespect me and I'm choking, you what?
This is Big Momma's house
We ain't gon' take no poppin' off at the mouth (sing that)
This is Big Momma's house
Those that get a chance to dance, they get turned out (yeah)
This is Big Momma's house
One night spent here, have you climbing up the wall (uh, uh)
This is Big Momma's house
We ain't gonna take no mess at all
No, no!
(Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do)
(Do-do-do-do, do), put your hands up
(Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do)
(Do-do-do-do, do), put your hands up
(Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do)
(Do-do-do-do, do), put your hands up
(Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do)
(Do-do-do-do, do), put your hands up
This is Big Momma's house (uh)
We ain't gon' take no poppin' off at the mouth (no)
This is Big Momma's house (uh)
Those that get a chance to dance, they get turned out (oh)
This is Big Momma's house
One night spent here, have you climbing up the wall
This is Big Momma's house
We ain't gonna take no mess at all (uh-uh, uh-uh)
This is Big Momma's house (uh-huh, oh)
We ain't gon' take no poppin' off at the mouth
This is Big Momma's house (yeah)
Those that get a chance to dance, they get turned out
This is Big Momma's house
One night spent here, have you climbing up the wall
This is Big Momma's house
We ain't gonna take no mess at all
No, no (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Written by: Bryan-Michael Cox, Da Brat, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Tamara Savage, Tiheem Crocker


