Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ma Ma Ma, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Joe Budden, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Ma Ma Ma |
| You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue |
| Don’t no other mami give me head like you |
| I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover |
| Now you ain’t gotta pretend like you like the promoter |
| We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh |
| You goin to sleep thinkin that this can’t be life |
| Don’t mistake my talkin modest |
| Still put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet |
| Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water |
| Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter |
| Ex-man never had you feelin that fly |
| Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high |
| When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off |
| New school your neck, take that herringbone off |
| Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan |
| System old school, play 'em and had 'em |
| We makin it happen, oh yeah |
| Turn this off for a minute |
| We can do bigger things if you widdit |
| We can be me and you, I know you feel it |
| You can say, «La la-la la, la la la la» |
| All you want, you can get it |
| You can have all my time, let’s spend it |
| The way you do your thing, I can’t forget it |
| Got me screamin, «Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma» |
| Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue |
| Got birds on the side, I don’t treat 'em like you |
| I don’t let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come |
| They already know they gotta pay for they meals |
| Say I’m, comin at you with lines, think they lies |
| Just because I don’t match your compatible sign |
| I’mma let the world see, other boos can’t relate |
| Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate |
| When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha) |
| Who else you know gon' poke it like that? |
| And ma I’m gon' show you like that, you be hollerin |
| «La la-la la, la la la la» — oh yeah, look |
| Private party, it’s just me, you |
| And the new India. |
| Arie, you won’t be sorry |
| Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley (?) |
| Y’all ask me hardly nah, I’m up to par |
| Breguet my miss, no less for my miss |
| And I never let a clown disrespect my miss |
| I need dat in my life, a G might cry |
| But you the only one that ever get to see that side |
| Look, my lady fresh, we ain’t gotta rush |
| We can take baby steps, that may be the best |
| Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you |
| But mom’s sayin what’s good I’m tryin to know you |
| If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is |
| Ready to take things a little mo' serious |
| Ain’t nervous no more, you heard it all before |
| Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour? |
| Stop, I’m tired of trickin, I’m tired of pigeons |
| Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in |
| Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen |
| Babygirl that’s the life we’d be livin, overstand somethin |
| Baby let me be with you more, hold you more |
| Let me get the chance, I can show you more |
| Let me get to know you more, I’ll be screamin out |
| «La la-la la, la la la la» |
| If I could, wife you out, ride this out |
| You’re the only one I wouldn’t ride without |
| I could show you what this life’s about |
| I be screamin out, «Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma» |
| — repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs |
| This is the type of shit right here, listen |
| You gotta go to the car wash on this one |
| Hehe, you can’t ride around dirty and dusty and shit |
| If it just went yesterday, when you wake up |
| Take it to the car wash |
| Don’t just get the exterior joint neither |
| We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint |
| And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview |
| So it’s smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside |
| Ha ha! |
| Ayy. |