| Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strap
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| When I was bad
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| Bad
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| Picture me snotty nose sittin on my aunt’s lap
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| The kid like 5 or 6 shit I will curse back
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| I got it from the older folks sittin in the living room
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| everybody had cups stylistic song boom
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| but then came Darryl Mack lightin’all the reefer up baby caught a contact I’m trying to tie my sneaker up
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| I’m missing all the loops strings going in the wrong holes
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| It feels like I’m wobbling, look at all these afros
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| Soon as I thought I was good the joke’s on me
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| I heard a voice «get in the room, I get angry»
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| Sting my feet catch a tantrum
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| spit, scream, fuck that
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| Momma shake me real hard, then get the big gat
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| That’s called the belt help me as I yelled
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| I’m in the room like (panting)"huh, huh, huh"with mad welps
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| ragged out, bad belt yes her presence was felt
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| Then get my black ass in the bed it’s time crash out (crash out)
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| Despite the alcohol, I had a great old Mama
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| She famous for her slaps and to this day she’s honored
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| But when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rude
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| I picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in her nigga food
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| Get beat, then I’d run and tell grandman «mama hit me for no reason»
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| She whipped me hard when I finished eatin
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| and felt that belt stingin after I wet that bed
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| Hid my drawers and start cryin, when she felt that bed
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| Caught another when I told her those the fake pro-keds
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| In the corner weavin and screamin trying to block my head (ahHH!)
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| Nowadays kids don’t get beat, they get big treats
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| Fresh pair of sneaks, punishments like have a ceas
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| Back then when friends and neighbors would bust that ass
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| and bring you back to your momma she got the switch in the stash
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| That’s back to back beatings
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| Only went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin yo |