Lyrics Discipline - Papoose

Mama used to take me across her lap
She used to whip me with
A strap when I was bad
I didn′t know at the time
Being bad could lead to crime
But now I'm glad

You not allowed to fist fight
With your brother
(Nope)
Never put your hands on your sister,
You better love her
(Uh-huh)
To put your hands on any
Woman makes you a sucker
(True)
Wash your hands before
You sit down for supper
You see a old lady with bags,
You better help her
Get your ass whipped if you
Disrespect your elders
(Fact)

Runnin′ in and out the house?
Okay then
Next time you run in this house,
You better stay in
(That's right)
Children are not allowed to
Say the word liar
That's a curse, you get burnt,
You play with fire
Better say your grace
Before you bite into that food
Take your hat off in the house,
I hated that rule
(Haha)
Somebody in the streets hit you?
You better hit ′em back
If they bigger than you,
Pick up somethin′ and give 'em that
Bullyin′ was unacceptable,
Wasn't this soft
If you don′t kick his ass,
Your mama gon' kick yours

Mama used to take me across her lap
She used to whip me with
A strap when I was bad
I didn′t know at the time
Being bad could lead to crime
But now I'm glad

Back in the days even the fans was loyal,
Stuck with our team 'til they made it
Now y′all switch teams
Every time LeBron get traded
Appreciate the tough love
′Cause it advanced us
Without that we probably
Wouldn't′ve been Black Panthers
(True)
Perhaps our sisters would
Have been lap dancers
And when they put us to the test,
We won't have answers
(Damn)
Before you walk in,
Wipe your feet on the welcome mat
Disrespect this house,
You not welcome back
(Nope)

You failed this time?
Next time do it better
Snitchin′ wasn't a go,
You couldn′t be a tattle-teller (Facts)
You said, "Thank you"
"You welcome"
"Excuse me"
Apologized if you handled
Things rudely (Humble)
When grown folks is talkin',
Don't say a thing
′Cause it takes a whole
Village just to raise a king
I can′t believe y'all
Impressed by these weirdos
Attention seekers dressed
In expensive sneakers and weird clothes

Mama used to take me across her lap
She used to whip me with
A strap when I was bad
I didn′t know at the time
Being bad could lead to crime
But now I'm glad

Mama used to take me across her lap
She used to whip me with
A strap when I was bad
I didn′t know at the time
Being bad could lead to crime
But now I'm glad