Ya'll was there a time when yo parents weren't on yo ass for everything that you did
Hell Nah
Well... Must be nice because my ass cannot relate
Every time that I walk in the crib
My damn parents always wanna trip
I want to b high as a good-year blimp
Because these niggas make me really wanna dip
Getting mad over stupid lil shit
My mom stay cleaning, like its f*cking lit
I wasn't even in the house, I was hanging with the clique
"I don't give a shit, come and wash yo dish"
Damn
Yo ass stay complaining; Sam I am
I rather b coolin wit the fam
Instead parents goKU; going ham
"Did you scrub the walls?; No ma'am
Getting so High I can't land
Nag so much sound like band
Drums, guitar, flute in my hand
Huh, what you say? Don't understand
Just trying to b cool wit the Crew
But my mom said she don't f*ck with you
Got a girl; 1+1=2
But the thought of you make my parents so blew
Damn girl you looking kinda cute
Lemme pick you up in my new coupe
Can we go to yo crib? Be my boo
I would say mine but my dad on the roof
Thinking bout the pain, the tension, and the problems
Thinking bout losing intentions; F*ck Osama
Niggas think they tough; carrying fake llamas
"Where did you grow up nigga?" Who yo mama?
Trying to go fast and do the dash
When you get mad you step up on the gas
I don't know bout you, they whooped my ass
Whenever I had attitude or stupid sass
But some of you niggas are really out here bad
Gangbanging shorties and niggas with no class
Where is yo mama? Where is yo dad?
Someone need to be round here beating on yo ass
Beating on yo ass
Grade school can't pass
Catholic school got mass
Big mouth like bass
Talkin all that jazz
Yo sister got a rash
From the nigga down the street and I think his name is cash
Yo momma gon b mad
Yo Daddy gon b mad
Yo sister gon b mad
Yo brother on his ass
Yo uncle gon b mad
Yo auntie gon b mad
Yo counselor gon b mad
Until someone whoop his ass
In a family there is production of drama
Don't ask me go and ask the new Dali Lama
No Covid (AHH) when we had Obama
Whipping problems in the stew like daddy and momma
Damn girl you looking kinda cute
Lemme pick you up in my new coupe
Can we go to yo crib? Be my boo
I would say mine but my dad on the roof
Maurice Brown Jr. - Da Fam Bam Lyrics
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Ya'll was there a time when yo parents weren't on yo ass for everything that you did
Hell Nah
Well... Must be nice because my ass cannot relate
Every time that I walk in the crib
My damn parents always wanna trip
I want to b high as a good-year blimp
Because these niggas make me really wanna dip
Getting mad over stupid lil shit
My mom stay cleaning, like its f*cking lit
I wasn't even in the house, I was hanging with the clique
"I don't give a shit, come and wash yo dish"
Damn
Yo ass stay complaining; Sam I am
I rather b coolin wit the fam
Instead parents goKU; going ham
"Did you scrub the walls?; No ma'am
Getting so High I can't land
Nag so much sound like band
Drums, guitar, flute in my hand
Huh, what you say? Don't understand
Just trying to b cool wit the Crew
But my mom said she don't f*ck with you
Got a girl; 1+1=2
But the thought of you make my parents so blew
Damn girl you looking kinda cute
Lemme pick you up in my new coupe
Can we go to yo crib? Be my boo
I would say mine but my dad on the roof
Thinking bout the pain, the tension, and the problems
Thinking bout losing intentions; F*ck Osama
Niggas think they tough; carrying fake llamas
"Where did you grow up nigga?" Who yo mama?
Trying to go fast and do the dash
When you get mad you step up on the gas
I don't know bout you, they whooped my ass
Whenever I had attitude or stupid sass
But some of you niggas are really out here bad
Gangbanging shorties and niggas with no class
Where is yo mama? Where is yo dad?
Someone need to be round here beating on yo ass
Beating on yo ass
Grade school can't pass
Catholic school got mass
Big mouth like bass
Talkin all that jazz
Yo sister got a rash
From the nigga down the street and I think his name is cash
Yo momma gon b mad
Yo Daddy gon b mad
Yo sister gon b mad
Yo brother on his ass
Yo uncle gon b mad
Yo auntie gon b mad
Yo counselor gon b mad
Until someone whoop his ass
In a family there is production of drama
Don't ask me go and ask the new Dali Lama
No Covid (AHH) when we had Obama
Whipping problems in the stew like daddy and momma
Damn girl you looking kinda cute
Lemme pick you up in my new coupe
Can we go to yo crib? Be my boo
I would say mine but my dad on the roof
Hell Nah
Well... Must be nice because my ass cannot relate
Every time that I walk in the crib
My damn parents always wanna trip
I want to b high as a good-year blimp
Because these niggas make me really wanna dip
Getting mad over stupid lil shit
My mom stay cleaning, like its f*cking lit
I wasn't even in the house, I was hanging with the clique
"I don't give a shit, come and wash yo dish"
Damn
Yo ass stay complaining; Sam I am
I rather b coolin wit the fam
Instead parents goKU; going ham
"Did you scrub the walls?; No ma'am
Getting so High I can't land
Nag so much sound like band
Drums, guitar, flute in my hand
Huh, what you say? Don't understand
Just trying to b cool wit the Crew
But my mom said she don't f*ck with you
Got a girl; 1+1=2
But the thought of you make my parents so blew
Damn girl you looking kinda cute
Lemme pick you up in my new coupe
Can we go to yo crib? Be my boo
I would say mine but my dad on the roof
Thinking bout the pain, the tension, and the problems
Thinking bout losing intentions; F*ck Osama
Niggas think they tough; carrying fake llamas
"Where did you grow up nigga?" Who yo mama?
Trying to go fast and do the dash
When you get mad you step up on the gas
I don't know bout you, they whooped my ass
Whenever I had attitude or stupid sass
But some of you niggas are really out here bad
Gangbanging shorties and niggas with no class
Where is yo mama? Where is yo dad?
Someone need to be round here beating on yo ass
Beating on yo ass
Grade school can't pass
Catholic school got mass
Big mouth like bass
Talkin all that jazz
Yo sister got a rash
From the nigga down the street and I think his name is cash
Yo momma gon b mad
Yo Daddy gon b mad
Yo sister gon b mad
Yo brother on his ass
Yo uncle gon b mad
Yo auntie gon b mad
Yo counselor gon b mad
Until someone whoop his ass
In a family there is production of drama
Don't ask me go and ask the new Dali Lama
No Covid (AHH) when we had Obama
Whipping problems in the stew like daddy and momma
Damn girl you looking kinda cute
Lemme pick you up in my new coupe
Can we go to yo crib? Be my boo
I would say mine but my dad on the roof
Writer: Maurice Brown
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