Nelly - Datz On My Mama lyrics

Yo, how you know when a muh'fucker serious?
When he'll put it on his momma, let's go
(Derrty) Ladies and gentlemen
Males and females
(ENT) of all kinds (let's go)
All the way from St louis to Minnesota
(we all we got)
We bringin y'all, Taylor Made

Jung Tru (in this ho)
Blu Goose (in this bitch)
Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker)
Taylor Made! You heard me? That's on my momma
They ain't playin 'round hurr
And that's on my momma!

Catch me in a house with a hundred floors
Benz with a hundrеd doors
Walkin out the Grammy's with a hundred awards
I'm the bеst songwriter and
The best damn producer (now)


Cause whores gettin highly and
Stoned like Medusa
Yeah, a new Hibushi? eatin all sushi
And then I tear the mall down
For new Prada and Gucci
My album's like Jamie Foxx, goin' for Diamond
Like Martin on "Blue Streak" I'm
Goin to find her
Said my flow's ludicrous, I disturb the peace
And I ain't "Never Scared
I put D on the block, like I'm one of The LOX
Gettin' Bucks like Milwaukee
D-Bo in the spot
Like Jamaicans on the highway on Bad Boys I I
Cause a hundred car crash when
They see Jung Tru
I'm a first round draft pick
The chain say Derrty
Like Cam takin over the Roc, you n heard me
Yeahhh

Jung Tru (in this ho)
Blu Goose (in this bitch)
Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker)
Taylor Made! You heard me? That's on my momma
They ain't playin 'round hurr
And that's on my momma!

Yeah, now I ain't J but
I keep Beyoncs with me i ain't Will but
I keep a Smith & Wess' to blaze with me
This story get notorious, like my n, Biggie
I got a G-Unit of killers like my nigga, 50
My chronic chokin, ain't no than me
I just signed a deal with Nelly
I'm with Puff and Murphy Lee
And you can tell, when I stop 'em still
Rollin on the Sprees
We gon' leave a trail of rappers still
Goin on them keys (yeahhh)
I think of me of when I long stroke, Tia
But Tamara keep it real with me, used to pop
Pills with me know she with a king
Ridin through the hills with me
Hungry, that's Vanessa Williams
Meals with me (yeahhh)
I take a prissy chick like lisa
Bring her through the ghetto
Make her drive cause she got the mil'
Now I ain't
With the Prada black, and the money right
Honey tight, but I'll holla back
Bitch it's funny right

Blu Goose (in this ho)
Jung Tru (in this bitch)
Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker)

Taylor Made! You heard me? That's on my momma
They ain't playin 'round hurr
And that's on my momma!

You might catch me with a
Dime with a crazy ass, crazy stash
Pockets like Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash
My life's like a runaway train
I'm gone in it
Treat ya body like a phone and
Knock off a tone in it (yeahhh)
As far as rap goes, seen a million gimmicks
On a prepaid celly, with a million minutes
And you ain't never seen a throwback
Until you meet me
Cause the back say Jesus, he played in AD
(yeahhh)
I don't like too much, kinda hard to please
Guns like old toothpaste, hard to squeeze
And um, n talk greasy until the steel him 'em
I just send 'em back to God
And let him deal with 'em (yeahhh)
For the last two bars, I'mma murder the mic
And come through like Snipes on
The back of the bike
This life's a "New Jack City" shit
Ya heard me?
Yeah, I come through like Snipes on
The back of the bike gube Thub (in this ho)
Blu Goose (in this bitch)

Jung Tru (in this muh'fucker)

Taylor Made! You heard me? That's on my momma
They ain't playin 'round hurr
And that's on my momma!