Devin The Dude - Who's That Man, Moma lyrics
[Devin The Dude - Who's That Man, Moma lyrics]
(Clap your hands
To what he's doin)
Either by bus, plane, train, 15 passenger van
Another show, then we must go
Let's get there fast as we can
We just tryin to spread love when
We comin to your city
Some look at us shitty but some
Bitches show us they titties
So I love my job, don't have to piss in a cup
They tell me to straighten up because
Of all the kids and stuff
Are gonna be there lookin at you perform
So keep your lyrics calm
They might be there with their moms
And pops, you need to drop somethin
Clean with no cussin
But my shit is but nothin
Don't wanna hear these parents fussin
Bout your filth flarn filth and
You holdin your crotch
Nobody wanna hear bout what you
Wanna poke in they mouth
But that ain't what it's all about
I'm simply tryin to have fun
Tryin to break a leg before
I break my third one up in your back
They ask how can you stand there proud
And bow knowin there's a little
Child in the crowd sayin
Who is the man, moma
On stage with the brew in his hands, moma
Don't you think he's bein rude to the fans
Moma
Grabbin his nuts, look at him doin it again
Moma he's doin it again, moma
You got to give the people
Yeah I know, somethin other than just pussy
Alcohol and reefer
You must uplift the public
And they'll give love back
Like just last night I got my nuts licked
Ugly bitch in love but she hugged
It and she rubbed it
Fine big red ho, but now my dickhead sore
And we got another show in the O - Ohio
It's kinda nice, i been there once and got
My dick sucked twice
Me and my penis and my microphone
Are workin hard so I can
Get my lights back on
Most people don't understand
All the problems, pressure and pain
They criticize and try to make you
Feel less of a mane
But look at these balls, they're so big
The hairs on em look like
Two big old afro wigs
No need to get alarmed, I don't mean no harm
If you got your kids with you
And they tuggin your arm sayin
Man, whatever happened to
Groups like Manhattans
And the Spinners and Temptations and stuff?
These new muthafuckas right here
They just wanna fuck and cuss and
Look at em up there smokin weed
Aw, what's wrong, pops? I mean
You act like you never had the Temptation
Of smokin a little weed down in Manhattan
Drinkin a beer, bonin a bitch, you know
While you Spinner around, you know?
But maybe you never smoked bud
Like I smoke bud
Maybe you never felt as high as I felt
Me and my Coughee Brothers just
Keep blowin and blowin and
If you got some shorties
Could you make em stay home?
Unless they wanna see some grown
Niggas shakin they bone
I know it's morally wrong, but see, I'm known
For passin Doobies to my Brothers
Get my Family Stoned i'm Gladys Knight-time
The Right Time to get high
We reachin for the sky on Earth
There's too much Wind for the Fire
We out here in the parking lot
Knockin out the last corners
Of drink we had since yesterday
From somewhere at Arizona
We wanna be Kool, we're not a Gang
Just tryin to hang
With the people and drink
And maybe exchange slang
We love music and we need the fans
Need tourin but one thing we don't
Need is bad-ass children sayin
To what he's doin)
Either by bus, plane, train, 15 passenger van
Another show, then we must go
Let's get there fast as we can
We just tryin to spread love when
We comin to your city
Some look at us shitty but some
Bitches show us they titties
So I love my job, don't have to piss in a cup
They tell me to straighten up because
Of all the kids and stuff
Are gonna be there lookin at you perform
So keep your lyrics calm
They might be there with their moms
And pops, you need to drop somethin
Clean with no cussin
But my shit is but nothin
Don't wanna hear these parents fussin
Bout your filth flarn filth and
You holdin your crotch
Nobody wanna hear bout what you
Wanna poke in they mouth
But that ain't what it's all about
I'm simply tryin to have fun
Tryin to break a leg before
I break my third one up in your back
They ask how can you stand there proud
And bow knowin there's a little
Child in the crowd sayin
Who is the man, moma
On stage with the brew in his hands, moma
Don't you think he's bein rude to the fans
Moma
Grabbin his nuts, look at him doin it again
Moma he's doin it again, moma
You got to give the people
Yeah I know, somethin other than just pussy
Alcohol and reefer
You must uplift the public
And they'll give love back
Like just last night I got my nuts licked
Ugly bitch in love but she hugged
It and she rubbed it
Fine big red ho, but now my dickhead sore
And we got another show in the O - Ohio
It's kinda nice, i been there once and got
My dick sucked twice
Me and my penis and my microphone
Are workin hard so I can
Get my lights back on
Most people don't understand
All the problems, pressure and pain
They criticize and try to make you
Feel less of a mane
But look at these balls, they're so big
The hairs on em look like
Two big old afro wigs
No need to get alarmed, I don't mean no harm
If you got your kids with you
And they tuggin your arm sayin
Man, whatever happened to
Groups like Manhattans
And the Spinners and Temptations and stuff?
These new muthafuckas right here
They just wanna fuck and cuss and
Look at em up there smokin weed
Aw, what's wrong, pops? I mean
You act like you never had the Temptation
Of smokin a little weed down in Manhattan
Drinkin a beer, bonin a bitch, you know
While you Spinner around, you know?
But maybe you never smoked bud
Like I smoke bud
Maybe you never felt as high as I felt
Me and my Coughee Brothers just
Keep blowin and blowin and
If you got some shorties
Could you make em stay home?
Unless they wanna see some grown
Niggas shakin they bone
I know it's morally wrong, but see, I'm known
For passin Doobies to my Brothers
Get my Family Stoned i'm Gladys Knight-time
The Right Time to get high
We reachin for the sky on Earth
There's too much Wind for the Fire
We out here in the parking lot
Knockin out the last corners
Of drink we had since yesterday
From somewhere at Arizona
We wanna be Kool, we're not a Gang
Just tryin to hang
With the people and drink
And maybe exchange slang
We love music and we need the fans
Need tourin but one thing we don't
Need is bad-ass children sayin