K-Rino - Sit Down lyrics

Man, y’all better get a hold
Of these youngsters early
Before all hell break loose
In your household, check it

She was young, she was free
She was known on the scene
Only problem was, homie, she was just sixteen
She was hangin’ out, 9, 10, 11 o’clock
Mama couldn’t tell her nothin’
Daddy still on lock
Too advanced for them little boys
She liked men if you got a live car
She would jump right in
Total stranger, it don’t matter
She would hop in fast
Smoke wit’ ‘em, drink wit’ ‘em
Pop pills and smash
Pocket full of money every time she came home
Got clothes, tennis shoes and a new iPhone
Her mama know she can’t afford
It so she checked her
That’s when she told her mama
"Stay out of my business, i’m grown"
Leave the house at all times of
Night and won’t come back
Ain’t been to school in so long
That she forgot where it’s at
Got pregnant by a dude who
Hit and left her alone
Now she callin’ cryin’, "Mama
Can I come back home?" you better

Sit yo little bad ass down, yeah, yeah
Before you get caught
Up in something that you can’t get out of
Can’t get out of

Sit yo
Little bad ass down, yeah before you get
Caught up
In something that you can’t get out of
Can’t get out of

Now this silly little dude
Wanna run with fools wanna be set-trippin’
Bringing guns to school
Your homie had some bills so you
Had to drink you a can
Got a little size on you so
You think you a man
Step daddy put you out ‘cause he
Was ready to whoop ya
Your mama done gave up so
Your grandma took ya
No respect for the people that care ‘bout you
Now you bringin’ all kind of
Sh in their house too
Nobody would ever think that you
Would go that far
You and your knucklehead partners went
And stole that car
Got caught and apprehended
Took straight to jail and after all that
Who was it that made your bail?
It was mama, grandmama and your stepdad too
Spend every dollar that they had
On a like you brought you home and forgave
You with love automatic
Not even a week passed
He was right back at it you better

Sit yo little bad ass down, yeah, yeah
Before you get caught
Up in something that you can’t get out of
Can’t get out of

Sit yo
Little bad ass down, yeah before you get
Caught up
In something that you can’t get out of
Can’t get out of

I’m in the store, makin’ groceries
Been here for a while
Little boy throwin’ a tantrum
On the cereal aisle
Kickin’ and screamin’ at his mama and
He ready to fight her
‘cause she told him that she
Can’t afford Tony the Tiger
She got them fake frosted flakes
And he blowin’ his top she wasn’t tellin’
She was beggin’ him nicely to stop
People walkin’ by lookin’ and
She nervous and passive
He got graphic and almost
Flipped over the basket
Had no control over him and may not never
What if you did that to your mama? Boy
I bet not ever
I can hear the man right now on the news at 4
"Today a woman beats the hell out
Of her son in the store"
Let him been mine acting like
A donkey around her
I’da punted his little ass
To the checkout counter
Discipline for both of y’all is a favor
If you don’t put them hands on him now
He gon’ put ‘em on you later

Sit yo little bad ass down, yeah, yeah
Before you get caught
Up in something that you can’t get out of
Can’t get out of

Sit yo
Little bad ass down, yeah before you get
Caught up
In something that you can’t get out of
Can’t get out of