$hort Dog
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A lot of you niggas runnin' around here talkin' 'bout
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Bitch
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«You ain’t my real daddy, you ain’t my real daddy»
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Well, looka here, I’m fuckin' ya momma, for real
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You know what it is
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Now that’s real
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If your homies find out
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I be fuckin' on ya momma, I be all up in your house
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When you go to bed at night I fuck yo' mama on the couch
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I wake up in the morning in her bed smokin' loud
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It’s just me and ya momma
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It’s just me and ya momma
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It’s a whole lotta things going on with you
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And you don’t even know I had nothing to do with it
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The first time I fucked her you was in your room
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She was screamin' so loud you had to know what she was doin'
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Woke up the next morning and she cooked us breakfast
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Standin' at the stove, booty big as Texas
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I said, «Baby, I wanna have some fun wit' you»
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Seen you gettin' mad, so I smoked a blunt wit' you
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Told me I was cool, and you said you was a fan
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Don’t worry about ya momma, she in good hands
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(I'm fuckin' ya momma)
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It’s just me and ya momma
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It’s just me and ya momma
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It’s just me and ya momma
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It’s just me and ya momma
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I’ma keep pullin' that muhfuckin' deuce and a quarter in front of your
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muhfuckin' house
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And every time you get off the bus from school, nigga, you gon' see that car in
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front of the house and you gon' know who’s in there
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It’s me, nigga
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(It's just me and ya momma)
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I’ma be sittin' on that muhfuckin' couch, nigga, drinkin' your Capri Suns,
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nigga, watchin' Dr. Phil
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Chillin' on your muthafuckin' couch
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(It's just me and ya momma)
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Fuckin' ya momma
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(It's just me and ya momma)
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Don’t talk shit to me, nigga, take it up with ya momma
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Ya momma’s lettin' me do this shit
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Ya momma like me
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Open up the door, she lost the key
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You talkin' 'bout, «Who is it?», nigga, it’s me
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Every time I come through, the weed is free
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So if your friend’s talkin' shit and say she fuckin' Too $hort
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He probably turned the camera on and then pressed record
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You better tell them muthafuckas I’m your stepdad
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And when I walk up in your house you gon' respect that
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It’s me and ya momma
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I said, «Nigga, stop watchin' me»
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(It's just me and ya momma)
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Got me fucked up
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(It's just me and ya momma)
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But anyway
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Everywhere I go it’s just me and ya momma
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We tryin' to get you out, you always be in some drama
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And every time I make bail, you act like I wanna
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When every other day you gettin' dumber and dumber
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Nigga, that’s why it’s just me and ya momma
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We butt ass naked, we don’t be in pajamas
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Got me wastin' my money on your bitch ass
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But I love ya momma, boy, so you gon' get that
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You should be happy I’m wit' her, you lucky as fuck
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'Cause when I ain’t around, you be fuckin' shit up
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It’s just me and her, mayne
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It’s just me and ya momma
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Me and ya momma
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Me and ya momma
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It’s just me and ya momma
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At the grocery store, it’s just me and ya momma
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At the cleaners, it’s just me and ya momma
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At the court, it’s just me and ya momma
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At the school, it’s just me and ya momma
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In the strip club, just me and ya momma
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In the hood, it’s just me and ya momma
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In jail, it’s just me and ya momma
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In the bed, it’s just me and ya momma
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You know, ya momma said to me the other night, she said, «Make love to me,
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talk dirty to me»
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I said, «Your kitchen, your dishes ain’t been washed in two weeks»
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(Man, you rich, man)
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I ain’t got no money, nigga, I got three strikes, I can’t find no job, nigga
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I’m the one makin' ya momma happy, nigga
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I’m around the house, I’m fixin' shit, I can cook and everything, nigga
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I’ve been to the pen, and I ain’t bringin' no money in the house, nigga
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But I’m makin' ya momma happy
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It’s me and ya momma |