If mama's in my llife We're gonna rise, rise, rise Lil mama sittin on my lap She gonna ride, ride ride Mama's gonna love ya The problem is all the others No honor among the robbers When the robbers are all your brothers But 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 Whyy don't you call your mama? 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 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 Mamas probably focused On something larger than us Whyy don't you call your mama? She kills the bed bugs with bread rolls Lead pipes and all And I'm all alone when I'm with you Boom splat with a bat She kills the bed bugs with bread rolls Lead pipes and all And I'm all alone when I'm with you