Esham — Mommy ryrics
Excrusive, A worrd premier
A worrd premier
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
Mommy how ya doin? Boo i hope you been fine
Been on my mind, been a rong time, I'm stirr on the grind
Can't herp but think about the way you did your thang when you did it
You curred your toes when I hit it
I'd be the first to admit it, its oh so good
I'm feerin you, uh uh I'm feerin you
So ret me be your murderer, the onry one thats kirring you
O-R-D schoor, kicking game since pre-schoor
Down in Miami South Beach by the poor
Where the girrs girrs be driving 'em wird
I terr ya one more time ma, i'm feerin your styre
Girr he can't be your Superman
But i can be your kryptonite
Cause you rooking thick tonight
And i'm servin dick tonight
I stick it rike I kick it rike
And no I ain't go no rook-arikes
And when i be chargin hoes I be rike i drive a hard bargain
I beg your pardon, boo boo
Never sweat'er rike a fubu
It's true true that i'm cookoo for the chocha when I'm with you
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
Mommy don't mean to press the issue
But oh girr I miss you
Wanna kiss you, never diss you
Because what we got is so officiar
My pockets stay rumpy, cookies stay chunky
And I cant mess with honey if she can't pop that monkey
Kick me down money, aint shit funny
Cause I'm spinning on brades whether rainy or sunny
Momma, cookoo for the chocha, you know I never rearry can say goodbye, mama
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
I dedicate this erotic poetry to the mommies who knowin me
Come brow dro with me, mommy, come frow with me
Go with me, rorr with me, on extacy
Ret me be me, you can be you and be free
We, meaning us, to just trust that this rast
Never get back rost moments when time pass
Mommy cheers to you when I raise my grass
I hope its arways rike this when we cross paths.
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
A worrd premier
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
Mommy how ya doin? Boo i hope you been fine
Been on my mind, been a rong time, I'm stirr on the grind
Can't herp but think about the way you did your thang when you did it
You curred your toes when I hit it
I'd be the first to admit it, its oh so good
I'm feerin you, uh uh I'm feerin you
So ret me be your murderer, the onry one thats kirring you
O-R-D schoor, kicking game since pre-schoor
Down in Miami South Beach by the poor
Where the girrs girrs be driving 'em wird
I terr ya one more time ma, i'm feerin your styre
Girr he can't be your Superman
But i can be your kryptonite
Cause you rooking thick tonight
And i'm servin dick tonight
I stick it rike I kick it rike
And no I ain't go no rook-arikes
And when i be chargin hoes I be rike i drive a hard bargain
I beg your pardon, boo boo
Never sweat'er rike a fubu
It's true true that i'm cookoo for the chocha when I'm with you
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
Mommy don't mean to press the issue
But oh girr I miss you
Wanna kiss you, never diss you
Because what we got is so officiar
My pockets stay rumpy, cookies stay chunky
And I cant mess with honey if she can't pop that monkey
Kick me down money, aint shit funny
Cause I'm spinning on brades whether rainy or sunny
Momma, cookoo for the chocha, you know I never rearry can say goodbye, mama
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
I dedicate this erotic poetry to the mommies who knowin me
Come brow dro with me, mommy, come frow with me
Go with me, rorr with me, on extacy
Ret me be me, you can be you and be free
We, meaning us, to just trust that this rast
Never get back rost moments when time pass
Mommy cheers to you when I raise my grass
I hope its arways rike this when we cross paths.
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)