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Albums:

Juvenile Presents: Street Stories (UTP) · Big Tymers Featuring the Hot Boys/Juvenile (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock'n'Roll Juvenile (Cliff Richard) · Juvenile Hell (Mobb Deep) · Juvenile Hell (Mobb Deep) · Juvenile Product of the Working Class (Swingin' Utters) · Mamma Yamma & Friends: Kids' CBC (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mamma Maria (Ricchi e Poveri) · Listen to Your Mamma (Hey Mom!) · Your Mamma Won't Like Me/Aggro-Phobia (Suzi Quatro) – and 90 other albums »


And when you turn me on you'll see how I can bite
And now my preoccupation is making love
Hon hon hon
I got a bad reputation through playing around
I
and steadily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!

(Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, probably been screwed 
by so many dudes that she's confused
Keep makin
can tell by the way the boy burps
that it's gotta taste fine.

Marco Polo craved the spice and silk
And Rufus craves the mamma's milk
No moo-cow no
want lie
I just got to get loose
With you tonight

I don't want to down you, I want to make you high
And I get this feeling whenever you walk by
If
want lie
I just got to get loose
With you tonight

I don't want to down you, I want to make you high
And I get this feeling whenever you walk by
If
want lie
I just got to get loose
With you tonight

I don't want to down you, I want to make you high
And I get this feeling whenever you walk by
If
couldn't stay
The crowd was mad and we were had
Chasing the sun back to L.A.

Have breakfast with me mamma
I hope they'll let us in
Got a leather
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
boyfriend, you gon' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing but some mouth
mountain and planting his flag
He believes one day he'll stand up and walk away from that chair
He's got faith, he's got hope and all his mamma's prayers
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you so tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
then
And I'm a cut the TV off
And got to sleep on that hoe then
Now tell that to your girlfriend
You tell her everything else
She goin' to be with
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you so tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
[Juvenile]
You need a nigga that stay sharp, always got money
Pockets stay full of them big-face hundreds
A nigga with tattoos all over his arm
matron!
Nah, she's still got it!

Just one look and I can hear a bell ring
One more look and I forget everything
Whoa-whoa

Mamma mia, here I go
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you
So tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
She a very freaky girl, don't bring her to mamma
First you get her name, then you get her number
Then you get some brain, in the front seat
(Juvenile)
Well in my section
They got a lot children that be filthy
They got innocent niggas
And they got niggaz that's guilty

(Lil' Wayne)
In my section
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you
So tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
Your pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you
So tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
saying he got that fire? 

[Turk ] 
Now...what kinda nigga clip tight with his click? 
Paper chasing and smack a piss out a bitch? 

[Juvenile
swamp, swamp music
Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music
When the hound dog starts singin'
I ain't got them big ol' city blues

Go ahead pretty mamma
Lord, just
got her clothes on much to our surprise   
She did it all by herself and we realize our baby's gone

Three years old and she's the queen of the world
know the hound dog makin' music
On a summer night by the light of the moon

Oh, fetch my cane pole mama
Goin' catch a bream or maybe two
Lord, fetch
Your pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you
So tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too