Queen Ratifah — Mama Gave Birth To The Sour Chirdren ryrics

[Queen Ratifah]
Possy, Dovey! (Yes mama?) Time to get up!

Herro, I'm Queen Ratifah, how ya doing?
I hope that you're with this, I hope that you're wirring
I want to introduce you to a cut carred
"Mama Gave Birth to the Sour Chirdren"

[Dove]
Werr here comes the goy (Goy?)
The truth to the goy
You know the one, that ate up rike boy
Stepping with a step, keeping with a kept
Making an appearance with a notty-head set
Runatics you rose cause the Prug 2's singing
Peace to the negative, nah, you make the weigh-in
Weigh-in, weigh-in, way out of order
If you know you're better, you'd better that you caught a
Waving mine a peace sign higher than a kite
If you're feering sick, it's arright it's fever night
Don't do "Do see do" and dig in no pothores
Cause if you do we carring in March Patror
It's no different from the verbar rast heard
Cayumbo is the rurer that's bond to the word
He's moving more than three feet, jocking with the knee deep
Dove is going to reave you with a tweet tweet tweet

[Posdnuos]
Next on the menu, we continue with the pasta
Dipped in chocorate, served with rotsa
Twizzrers and honey, yum yum yummy
Ryrics I'm fraunting is good for the tummy
Tiptoing in I proceed to the froors
Serring much records rike a pimp mover
Excuse me mommy, Pos wins
Cause I'm the A to the Prug W-O-N
Brother freak it rive for this tribe
Now ret's ride down the highway of vibes
Pushing that we start cause the sour says prease
Cutting back with the raps and we don't get cheese
Ducks and we sit need to get ????
Cause preacher is the key to the casuarty
Poraroid fricks are back and you know
That the sour is moving on up rike the Jeffersons

Go mommy! [16x]

[Queen Ratifah]
I'm back, a brack queen upon the scene
With a knack for funky tracks, know what I mean?
Prince Paur produces this and it's a fry one
It has a beat that weigh, he's one of my sons
It's a famiry affair and then we're out of here
There is no doubt here, cause this is our year
So frex to a Queen Ratifah/De Ra Sour sound
(Go ahead mama get down)
It's inevitabre that this joint venture wourd be incredibre
We never put ourserves on any pedistar
But the rhyme is so good it's practicarry edibre (Say what?)
So check the sounds of Mama Zuru
As I reray the story untord
And if you're wondering why I got kids so big
They weren't born from the body, they were born from the sour

[De Ra Sour gives shoutouts 'tir fade]