Текст песни Mama's Little Boy 8 - Tsunami VIII

Picked up a four four
Nah
(He aint mama's boy no mo')
Wavey
Uh
Wavey
Yah

He ain't mama's little boy no mo'
Put the water guns down, picked up a four four
Said he need some head, and a B- on all four's
On the road to riches, and you N- off course
Middle finger to the sky, F- a 9 to 5
I ain't working for you slave masters, B- I rather die
Jesus on my neck, got these N- screaming crucify
Pull up on you N-, twenty one, but this ain't a knife
(Ha)

Tell the judge it was self defense
And I'm still waiting on my forty archer settlement
War outside, and I'm loyal to the regiment
Tre', O, five, Ima' M- represent
She looked at me and said, you the only you I got
And these N- want you dead, and the klan is with the cop's
I said, Ill be damned mama, they know who I am ma'
To you I'm still a little boy, but to them I'm the man mama

He ain't mama's little boy no mo'
Put the water guns down, picked up a four four
Said he need some head, and a B- on all four's
On the road to riches, and you N- off course
Middle finger to the sky, F- a 9 to 5
I ain't working for you slave masters, B- I rather die
Jesus on my neck, got these N- screaming crucify
Pull up on you N-, twenty one, but this ain't a knife
Ha

He ain't mama's little boy no more
(Yah)
He ain't mama's little boy no more
(Oh no)
He ain't mama's little boy no more
(Yah)
He ain't mama's little boy no more

Uh
I know you worry bout me mama, but I can't leave it alone
Told you its gu'n take some time, but I won't be too long
Couple hairs up on your chin, and boy you think that you grown
I could smell it on your breath, you think you Jamaican
Uh
Fire Grabba leaf, when i cheef, i been high all week
And my neck gleece, Jesus piece, practice what I preach
On my J.O.B, night to day, all you N- sleep
Checkout my physic, sugar ray, tell'um ain't S- sweet
I ain't punching in a clock, B- I voted for Barack
But ain't S- change, liquor store on every block
So Ima' hustle till they knock, jump the fence I hear the opps
Mama taught me the game, Ill do better than my pops
Its a bird, its a plane, no its a M- wave
Came out the belly of the beast, and they can't keep me in a cage
Its a bad Mon beard, I ain't never finna' shave
Heard you talking act your age, little N- get some base
Uh

He ain't mama's little boy no mo'
Put the water guns down, picked up a four four
Said he need some head, and a B- on all four's
On the road to riches, and you N- off course
Middle finger to the sky, F- a 9 to 5
I ain't working for you slave masters, B- I rather die
Jesus on my neck, got these N- screaming crucify
Pull up on you N-, twenty one, but this ain't a knife
Ha

He ain't mama's little boy no more
(Yah)
He ain't mama's little boy no more
(Oh no)
He ain't mama's little boy no more
(Yah)
He ain't mama's little boy no more