Lyrics Discipline - Papoose

Discipline

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
Never put your hands on your sister
You better love her
To put your hands on any woman
Makes you a sucker
Wash your hands before you sit down for supper
You see a old lady with bags
You better help her
Get yo' ass whipped if you disrespect your elders
Runnin' in and out of the house?
Okay, then
Next time you run in this house
You better stay in
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
Somebody in the streets hits you, you better hit 'em back
If they bigger than you, pick up somethin' and give 'em that
Bullying was unacceptable, wasn’t this offer
If you don’t kick his ass, your mama gonna 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 till they made it
Now y’all switch teams every time LeBron get traded
Appreciate the tough love, 'cause it advanced us
Without that, we prolly wouldn’t been Black Panthers
Perhaps our sisters would’ve been lap dancers
And when they put us to the test, we won’t have answers
Before you walk in, wipe your feet on the welcome mat
Disrespect this house, you not welcome back
You failed this time, next time do it better
Snitching wasn’t a go, you couldn’t be a tattle teller
You said thank you, you’re welcome, excuse me
Apologized if you handled things rudely
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