Ya Mama song by Wuf Ticket from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Ya Mama Meaning
| [[Rapper 1] [Rapper 2] [Intro] Aww ya mama! Ya mama! That’s right, I said ya mama! Ya mama! (say what!) That’s right, I said ya mama! Ya mama! That’s right, I said ya mama! Ya mama! Ya mama! That’s right, I said ya mama! (don’t talk about my mama boy) Ya mama! [?] Check this out I hate to talk about you bad but you blow my mind Sometimes the things you do are way outta line! You like to put me down, but not to my face So I thinks about time I put you in your place You see I’m so slick, I got so much style I can out-rap you by a country mile So just sit down son, and watch my smoke Check out my style and take some notes , Aw, notes from you, I don’t need But I can take ’em if I had to, at least I can read And when it comes to rappin’, you can’t compare I can out-rank you anytime, anywhere Aw come on, man, you know you can’t compete You’re not fast enough, you gotta think on your feet The style I’ve got, you don’t have half I’ll make you sound so bad, it makes your mama laugh! Well alright, Jack! You think that you’re so bad? Always runnin’ it down about the things you have You got more style, superior taste You got bad breath, get out my face! My breath ain’t strong, but your face is all wrong Your head’s too big, you got a nose like a pig You got a lot of nerve to talk about me At least my family don’t live in a tree You live in trees and eat coconuts And your whole family’s got buffalo butts When you sit down, you need two seats (oh yeah?) Extra strong to hold all that meat Well, that’s not bad son, but don’t press your luck ‘Cause you and yours got butts like ducks You got faces to match, with little beady eyes And if I looked like you, I’d run and hide , I know you think you’re handsome, but I don’t know why ‘Cause the way you look, you make babies cry I make babies cry, but when you make the scene They pass out and the girls all scream The girls all scream, but not from fright With me they scream from sheer delight You can’t out-rap me, not at all You need some help, I think you better call Ya mama! That’s right, I said ya mama! M-O-M-A-Y Ya mama! ([?] can’t spell, what’s up with you?) Ya mama! Ya mama! Aww ya mama! Ya mama! (Your mama can’t spell) Well, well not bad son, well that was just round one You can quit if you want to ’cause I’ve just begun Now try your might, but win you won’t Best thing you can do is just go on home , Well I warned you once and I warned you twice You’re not bad, but I’m twice as nice So take a second if you must to catch your breath Then we’ll see who’s the best I’m ready now, so just say when But if you mess with me you better bring along a friend I don’t need no friend, ’cause without a doubt My litter sister can take you out Well bring your little sister, bring your roaches too (I will, crazy) They’re bigger and tougher than both of you They ate your cat and they skinned your dog The only one who could scare them off was your mama! That’s right, I said ya mama! Ya mama! Ya mama! Don’t talk about my mama, she’s richer than yours She’s got twelve mink coats and four long cars My mom’s richest in case you forgot She’s got 40 mansions and 59 yachts Well my mama’s smart, she got a college degree She’s going back to school to get her PhD My mom’s a teacher, she’s the best I bet your mom couldn’t pass her test Your mama’s somethin’, you think she’s fine But my mama leaves her far behind She’s everything, yours can’t compete When it comes to looks she can’t be beat Your mama’s pretty, but mine’s a star She’s number one, the best by far She’s the hippest thing in all the world (yeah right) She’s my number one and only girl So every mama’s number one Remember that when you’re making fun You got yours, and I’ve got mine And a mother’s love’s one thing you can’t buy I guess that’s all, now the truth is out (really) That moms are what it’s all about (tell the truth now) She’s always been a superstar The only person you can be sure of is your mama Ya mama! (Don’t talk about my mama) (I’m talkin’ about you and your mama) Ya mama! (You heard what I said, didn’t you) That’s right, I said ya mama! [?] Ya mama! Uh, hey man, n-now don’t get me wrong alright? What’s up now? I mean we’re friends and all that, but has anyone ever told you, uh, that you look just like Big Bird from Sesame Street?, ya know, Big Bird? Has anyone ever told you that your mama looks like a Big Bird from Sesame Street? Yeah, well your mama’s a smurf Your papa’s a smurf Your sister’s a smurf I said your daddy Your Uncle Louie’s a smurf …pissed himself Yeah Why are we snappin’ on each other? I don’t know Check out all these people here listening to us Yeah, look at them Let’s get on their case for a minute Alright So tell the DJ, ya mama! Now tell the barmaid, ya mama! Tell the couple next to you, ya mama! Tell someone dressed in blue, ya mama! Tell the girl dressed in red, ya mama! Now throw your hands over your head and say, ya mama! Now tell your partner, ya mama! Now tell your papa, ya mama! Now tell your mama, ya mama! Now tell your mama, ya mama! When you’re in a crowd, just shout out loud Ya mama! Ya mama! Ya mama! Ya mama! Yo, now find some place where we can hide (You better) So tell your boss, ya mama! Tell your landlord, ya mama! The phone company, ya mama! Tell anyone you see, ya mama! So tell the mayor, ya mama! Tell the governor, ya mama! Tell the president, ya mama! When they raise the rent, ya mama! Ya mama! That’s right, I said ya mama! Ya mama! Ya mama! Whoa, yeah! That’s right, I said ya mama!] |
