Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Datz On My Mama , by - Taylor MadeRelease date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Datz On My Mama |
| Yo, how you know when a muh’fucker serious? |
| When he’ll put it on his momma, let’s go |
| (Derrty!) Ladies and gentlemen |
| Males and females (E.N.T.!) of all kinds (let's go) |
| All the way from St. Louis to Minnesota (we all we got!) |
| We bringin y’all, Taylor Made |
| It’s Jung Tru (in this ho) Jung Tru (in this ho) |
| Jung Tru (in this ho) |
| And that’s on my momma |
| Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch) |
| Blu Goose (in this bitch) |
| Nigga that’s on my momma |
| Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) |
| Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) |
| And that’s on my momma |
| Taylor Made! |
| You heard me? |
| That’s on my momma |
| They ain’t playin 'round hurr, AND THAT’S ON MY MOMMA! |
| J, U, N, G |
| Catch me in a house with a hundred floors, Benz with a hundred doors |
| Walkin out the Grammy’s with a hundred awards |
| I’m the best songwriter and the best damn producer (now) |
| Cause whores gettin highly and stoned like Medusa |
| Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi eatin all sushi |
| And then I tear the mall down for new Prada and Gucci |
| My album’s like Jamie Foxx, goin' for Diamond |
| Like Martin on «Blue Streak» I’m goin to find her |
| Said my flow’s ludicrous, I disturb the peace |
| And I ain’t «Never Scared,» get your +Bones Crushed+ in the street |
| I put D on the block, like I’m one of The L.O.X |
| Gettin' Bucks like Milwaukee, D-Bo in the spot |
| Like Jamaicans on the highway on Bad Boys II |
| Cause a hundred car crash when they see Jung Tru |
| I’m a first round draft pick, the chain say Derrty |
| Like Cam takin over the Roc, you niggas heard me, yeahhh |
| Yeahhhh, now I ain’t Jigga but I keep Beyoncs with me |
| I ain’t Will but, I keep a Smith & Wess' to blaze with me |
| This story get notorious, like my nigga, Biggie |
| I got a G-Unit of killers like my nigga, 50 |
| My chronic chokin, ain’t no +Badder Boy+ than me |
| I just signed a deal with Nelly, I’m with Puff and Murphy Lee |
| And you can tell, when I stop 'em still, rollin on the Sprees |
| We gon' leave a trail of rappers still, goin on them keys (yeahhh) |
| I think of me of when I long stroke, Tia |
| But Tamara keep it real with me, used to pop, pills with me |
| Know she with a king, ridin through the hills with me |
| Hungry, that’s Vanessa Williams +Soul Food+ meals with me (yeahhh) |
| I take a prissy chick like Lisa +Saved by the Bell+ |
| Bring her through the ghetto, make her drive cause she got the mil' |
| Now I ain’t +Money Mike+, with the Prada black, and the money right |
| Honey tight, but I’ll holla back, bitch it’s funny right |
| Blu Goose (in this ho) Blu Goose (in this ho) |
| Blu Goose (in this ho) |
| And that’s on my momma |
| Jung Tru (in this bitch) Jung Tru (in this bitch) |
| Jung Tru (in this bitch) |
| Nigga that’s on my momma |
| Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) |
| Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) |
| And that’s on my momma |
| Taylor Made! |
| You heard me? |
| That’s on my momma |
| They ain’t playin 'round hurr, AND THAT’S ON MY MOMMA! |
| You might catch me with a dime with a crazy ass, crazy stash |
| Pockets like Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash |
| My life’s like a runaway train, I’m gone in it |
| Treat ya body like a phone and knock off a tone in it (yeahhh) |
| As far as rap goes, seen a million gimmicks |
| On a prepaid celly, with a million minutes |
| And you ain’t never seen a throwback, until you meet me |
| Cause the back say Jesus, he played in A.D. (yeahhh) |
| I don’t like too much, kinda hard to please |
| Guns like old toothpaste, hard to squeeze |
| And um, niggas talk greasy until the steel him 'em |
| I just send 'em back to God and let him deal with 'em (yeahhh) |
| For the last two bars, I’mma murder the mic |
| And come through like Snipes on the back of the bike |
| This life’s a «New Jack City» shit, ya heard me? |
| Yeah, I come through like Snipes on the back of the bike |
| Gube Thug (in this ho) Gube Thug (in this ho) |
| Gube Thub (in this ho) |
| And that’s on my momma |
| Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch) |
| Blu Goose (in this bitch) |
| Nigga that’s on my momma |
| Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker) Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker) |
| Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker) |
| And that’s on my momma |
| Taylor Made! |
| You heard me? |
| That’s on my momma |
| They ain’t playin 'round hurr, AND THAT’S ON MY MOMMA! |