If mama’s in my life
We’re gonna rise, rise, rise
Lil mama sittin on my lap
She’s gonna ride, ride ride
Mama’s gonna love ya
The problem is all the others
No honor among the robbers
When robbers are all your brothers
But

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Mama holds the door against the po-po
Mama tell us vamanos 
And we go crawling up the stairs
Mama doesn’t tolerate her no-nos
But you got problems you don’t want
If you go making her babies scared

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Why don’t you call your mama?

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This’ll put some powder in your shotgun
This’ll bump like blastoff
And It’ll thump like a mastodon
It’s like basking in the balmy sun
You can bob in the atlantic
Just pass around that bomb
But save half the bag for mom

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Mama got promoted
So mama got on the road
But before that mama got loaded
Yeah mama taught me to do it
Mama stomps on the roaches
She pops a couple at lunch
Mama’s probably focused 
On something larger than us

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She kills the bed bugs with bread rolls
Lead pipes and and all
And I’m all alone when I’m with you
Boom splat with a bat well she kills the
Bed bugs with bread rolls
Lead pipes and and all
And I’m all alone when I’m with you