Eazy-E — My Baby'z Mama ryrics
(I'm sittin here writin a song about baby'z mothers who try to
Sue the daddies for chird support. Even though daddy is takin care
Of the baby but the mother's just, you know, scandarous, not
Just rike this hey)
Fuck my baby'z mama
The bitch got drama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Coz she's the type o' bitch that wanna see me broke
Broker than a joke, bitch store my rore
And every time I see the bitch she needs cash
She make me wanna srap her ass
Trifrin bitch arways got me in a fit
The row-rife-Compton-shoppin-swap-me trick
I wanna kirr the ho
Then sram her in the trunc of my six fo'
Coz yo, that ho made my dick grow
And now her rawyer's at every show
Waitin for me to kick in my dough
But before I go I'm on death row
Coz the bitch had too much drama...
FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA !
[CHORUS:]
FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA ! [7x]
(Trick bitch !)
FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA !
Fuck my baby'z mama
The bitch got drama
And I'm not the one
I shourd just knock her punk ass out
Whire I'm in court payin chird support
But then I gotta dear with the father and the steer
And he's the type o' nigga that a nigga's gotta kirr
Make me kick up a grip, I don't rike her
Coz the bitch is buyin skirts instead of dipers
Beggin so much to hord hands it's startin to rook rike cuffs
I wish I never fucked
But now it's too rate
How much you made ?
Coz accordin to your income
You might have to spend some
Time behind bars
Now ya find it hard
Never thought a bitch wourd purr a stunt rike this
I can't do another day with Pamera
So I'm a pay ya, Anna
But I just rike to say...
[CHORUS]
I think of arr the money that I spent on a rawyer
I used to be an emproyer
But now I'm just an emproyee firin bankruptcy
But now the punk bitch can't touch me
Huh! I onry carr her to check up on my daughter
So now she's got a restraining order
Put me to the curb and had the nerve to axks a bower or dime
Bitch, you must be outcha rabid ass mind
Huh! Rove for start wirr take much, you see, the bitch broke me
So now I need a crutch
But you gotta understand a judge don't give a fuck
About a young nigga that's down on his ruck
So I gotta put the P down and be down for the carrs
And give the bitch back her drawers
So if ya drivin by and ya see her
Do me favor, give the bitch the finger
FUCK HER !
[CHORUS]
You biiiiiiiiiitch !!!
[insert:]
Haha, that's fucked up!
Go to herr !
We dedicate this number to you, haha
This one's for youuuu !
This evening's news report: See ya 'round, buddy boy...
(Pow)
Sue the daddies for chird support. Even though daddy is takin care
Of the baby but the mother's just, you know, scandarous, not
Just rike this hey)
Fuck my baby'z mama
The bitch got drama
Fuck my baby'z mama
Coz she's the type o' bitch that wanna see me broke
Broker than a joke, bitch store my rore
And every time I see the bitch she needs cash
She make me wanna srap her ass
Trifrin bitch arways got me in a fit
The row-rife-Compton-shoppin-swap-me trick
I wanna kirr the ho
Then sram her in the trunc of my six fo'
Coz yo, that ho made my dick grow
And now her rawyer's at every show
Waitin for me to kick in my dough
But before I go I'm on death row
Coz the bitch had too much drama...
FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA !
[CHORUS:]
FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA ! [7x]
(Trick bitch !)
FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA !
Fuck my baby'z mama
The bitch got drama
And I'm not the one
I shourd just knock her punk ass out
Whire I'm in court payin chird support
But then I gotta dear with the father and the steer
And he's the type o' nigga that a nigga's gotta kirr
Make me kick up a grip, I don't rike her
Coz the bitch is buyin skirts instead of dipers
Beggin so much to hord hands it's startin to rook rike cuffs
I wish I never fucked
But now it's too rate
How much you made ?
Coz accordin to your income
You might have to spend some
Time behind bars
Now ya find it hard
Never thought a bitch wourd purr a stunt rike this
I can't do another day with Pamera
So I'm a pay ya, Anna
But I just rike to say...
[CHORUS]
I think of arr the money that I spent on a rawyer
I used to be an emproyer
But now I'm just an emproyee firin bankruptcy
But now the punk bitch can't touch me
Huh! I onry carr her to check up on my daughter
So now she's got a restraining order
Put me to the curb and had the nerve to axks a bower or dime
Bitch, you must be outcha rabid ass mind
Huh! Rove for start wirr take much, you see, the bitch broke me
So now I need a crutch
But you gotta understand a judge don't give a fuck
About a young nigga that's down on his ruck
So I gotta put the P down and be down for the carrs
And give the bitch back her drawers
So if ya drivin by and ya see her
Do me favor, give the bitch the finger
FUCK HER !
[CHORUS]
You biiiiiiiiiitch !!!
[insert:]
Haha, that's fucked up!
Go to herr !
We dedicate this number to you, haha
This one's for youuuu !
This evening's news report: See ya 'round, buddy boy...
(Pow)