Lyrics On My Momma - Mr. White Dogg

Walk inside the building wit these bands on me this Rollie on my wrist is worth yo dead Homies these diamonds round my necc look like a hit a lic
Every time they see the Dogg man these hoes want to take a pic
You ain't never seen a nicca fly me
Pull up In That ureopean thang so clean an we bacc to bacc cause my team go crazy
I'm screaming goooooo cause this go!gettas bby
I been a winner since I came out the womb
My struggle is my success it never came wit a spoon
Maybe a dope sacc a dust pan an a broom
Gathered up my short comings made it rhyme wit a tune
A hater gone find a way to try to hate on a playa
I got on succa repellent an it's more then. A layer
Faragomo belt sagging trying to hold up the sprayer
My chain worth a couple Dolla like a house on la brea

Say on my momma I'm a real nicca
On my momma I'm a real nicca
An fucc them niccas we don't feel them
Fucc why you talking about if it ain't bout them millions
The homies caught a case gotta keep that bail money
12 flexin on him crazy we don't tell them nothing
Niggas all up in my bag like I owe him something
I tell that nicca on my momma I don't owe you nothing

Got the city behind me like a freeway sign
One ten to the end none harder then mine
I'm in the game giving work forth quarter LeBron
Pass the rock a lot of time but I ain't dropping no dimes
G code took the oath when I signed on the line
Succa shit ain't in my dna I took my time
Stay on grind Currancy just stay on my mind Gogetta gotta get not accepting declines
It's all up them Euros Infront is all us we got big Dolla's we ain't making no small bucks
Nicca that's how many fucks I give
Only trust a few niccas an they all right here
That's on my kids life ain't been all peaches and cream I stay solid stay loyal an put on For the team cause you get the money every thing come wit wit no longer living in the set but wit that HC business

Say on my momma I'm a real nicca
On my momma I'm a real nicca
An fucc them niccas we don't feel them
Fucc why you talking about if it ain't bout them millions
The homies caught a case gotta keep that bail money
12 flexin on him crazy we don't tell them nothing
Niggas all up in my bag like I owe him something
I tell that nicca on my momma I don't owe you nothing