Mamas Little Boy 8 by Tsunami VIII Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He a'int mama's little boy no more
Put the water guns down picked up a 44
Said he need some head and a bitch on all four's
On the road to riches and you niggas off course
Middle finger to the sky Fuck a 9 to 5
I a'int working for you slave masters bitch I rather die
Jesus on my neck got these nigga's screaming crucify
Pull up on you niggas, 21, but this a'int a knife (GRAAA)
Tell the judge it was self defense
And I'm still waiting on my 40 archer settlement
War outside and I'm loyal to the regiment
Tre', "O", five, ima muthafucking represent
She looked at me and said, "you the only you I got"
And these niggas want you dead and the klan is with the cop's
I said, ill be damned mama
They know who I am ma"
To you I'm still a little boy
But to them I'm the man mama
[Hook]
He ain't mama's little boy no more
Put the water guns down picked up a 44
Said he need some head and a bitch on all four's
On the road to riches and you niggas off course
Middle finger to the sky fuck 9 to 5
I a'int working for you slave masters bitch I rather die
Jesús on my neck got these nigga's screaming crucify
Pull up on you niggas, 21, but this a'int a knife
He a'int mama's little boy no more x4
[Verse 2]
I know you worry bout me mama but i can't leave it alone
Told you its gu'n take some time but i won't be too long
Couple hairs up on your chin and boy you think that you grown
I could smell it on your breath you think you chech and chong
Fire Grabba leaf when i cheef i been high all week
And my neck gleece Jesus price practice what i preach
On my J O B night to day all you niggas sleep
Checkout my physic sugar ray tellum ain't shit sweet
I ain't punching in a clock Bitch i voted for barack
But ain't shit change liquor store on every block
So ima hustle till they knock jump the fence i hear the opps
Mama taught me the game i'll do better than my pops
Its a bird, its a plane, no its a muthafukin wave
Came out the belly of the beast and the can't keep me in a cage
Its a bad mon beard i ain't never finna shave
Heard you talking act your age little nigga get some base
[Hook]
He ain't mama's little boy no more
Put the water guns down picked up a 44
Said he need some head and a bitch on all four's
On the road to riches and you niggas off course
Middle finger to the sky fuck 9 to 5
I a'int working for you slave masters bitch I rather die
Jesús on my neck got these nigga's screaming crucify
Pull up on you niggas, 21, but this a'int a knife
He a'int mama's little boy no more x4
He a'int mama's little boy no more
Put the water guns down picked up a 44
Said he need some head and a bitch on all four's
On the road to riches and you niggas off course
Middle finger to the sky Fuck a 9 to 5
I a'int working for you slave masters bitch I rather die
Jesus on my neck got these nigga's screaming crucify
Pull up on you niggas, 21, but this a'int a knife (GRAAA)
Tell the judge it was self defense
And I'm still waiting on my 40 archer settlement
War outside and I'm loyal to the regiment
Tre', "O", five, ima muthafucking represent
She looked at me and said, "you the only you I got"
And these niggas want you dead and the klan is with the cop's
I said, ill be damned mama
They know who I am ma"
To you I'm still a little boy
But to them I'm the man mama
[Hook]
He ain't mama's little boy no more
Put the water guns down picked up a 44
Said he need some head and a bitch on all four's
On the road to riches and you niggas off course
Middle finger to the sky fuck 9 to 5
I a'int working for you slave masters bitch I rather die
Jesús on my neck got these nigga's screaming crucify
Pull up on you niggas, 21, but this a'int a knife
He a'int mama's little boy no more x4
[Verse 2]
I know you worry bout me mama but i can't leave it alone
Told you its gu'n take some time but i won't be too long
Couple hairs up on your chin and boy you think that you grown
I could smell it on your breath you think you chech and chong
Fire Grabba leaf when i cheef i been high all week
And my neck gleece Jesus price practice what i preach
On my J O B night to day all you niggas sleep
Checkout my physic sugar ray tellum ain't shit sweet
I ain't punching in a clock Bitch i voted for barack
But ain't shit change liquor store on every block
So ima hustle till they knock jump the fence i hear the opps
Mama taught me the game i'll do better than my pops
Its a bird, its a plane, no its a muthafukin wave
Came out the belly of the beast and the can't keep me in a cage
Its a bad mon beard i ain't never finna shave
Heard you talking act your age little nigga get some base
[Hook]
He ain't mama's little boy no more
Put the water guns down picked up a 44
Said he need some head and a bitch on all four's
On the road to riches and you niggas off course
Middle finger to the sky fuck 9 to 5
I a'int working for you slave masters bitch I rather die
Jesús on my neck got these nigga's screaming crucify
Pull up on you niggas, 21, but this a'int a knife
He a'int mama's little boy no more x4