Letra de Mama Say (Devil's Food Cake Mix)
It goes one, two, three when I'm kicking the funky lyrics I'm busting up vocabulary, I want you all to hear it I'm busting up the rhythm 'cause I'm busting up the rhyme I'm kicking down the stop posts 'cause I wanna kicks the time I'm digging down some knowledge 'cause you know I never hide it When I'm pulling down your panties 'cause I want to get inside itLike a boa, a boa, a boa constrictor Gonna drop off your drawers, shoot straight for your sphincter I could roll my rhymes but I would be faking Jimmy, Jimmy Pop is not JamaicanJ I double M Y Pop go, I run the show like Don Pardo With a Bugaloo Bee on the beboo tip My hit will make you trip 'cause I'm quadradipped I'll do the Popeye, Pluto, I'll freak the funkfazooto Not Latino, what I mean though fuzzy dice like MenudoRubber baby buggy's bumpers, punky's Brewsters, now I hump her With my itsy bitsy teeny weenie shrunken small white peenie So rinse spit, swallow brain blank kinda hollow Not to deep, leap, wow, oh kinda shallow 'Cause we're in your face like Ed Gein, purple rain, purple rainMama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu saNaughty by nature and white by choice And the sound of my voice makes your panties moist 'Cause I'm finger lickin' happy like a gay proctologist So like a dyke with hollow tits, I'll rip the mike with hollow tips Yeah he's in control like Sherman Potter And I got more balls then the Harlem GlobetrottersJimmy Pop, Jimmy Pop, rah, rah, rah Mama say, mama sa, mama cu saNow I'm floating out your pipes like a village people sump pump I always take a swallow cause you know I never get enough So batter up Bruce Banner if you think you're going to measure up You can't be the top dog gotta be the Scooby PupStep to the bass drum always gotta have fun If you add two halves you'll always get the total sum My steps are correct and my mike is always checked And when a punk is in effect you know he's gonna get wreckedI don't want to start no blasphemous rumors But I think that Sindbad's got a lousy sense of humor Little children unattended better get my poison candy Don't care about y'all as long as we feel dandyAnd I get the poon from Judy Blume Mr Hooper's dead so why don't you give me his broom So come on, chickey baby, let's go make some noise What? No, I'm not the guy from the Beastie BoysMama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu saMama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu saMama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu saMama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu saMama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu saMama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu saMama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa