Lyrics:
if mamma was married

as private can be Just Momma, three ducks, five canaries, A mouse, two monkeys, one father, six turtles And me... If Momma was married June If Momma was married

I'ma make you get on me Got a human up disguise but my face is a doggy If you loving my ball, let me bury my bone I will [Incomprehensible], marry bitches

t start me I'm like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles Barkley I'm pop the barkers, I'm hood like parkers While yuo all was in limbo I raised the bar up I touched on everything Married

Parker Snow white range and my partner pocket I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem Homie, I put that on my only mamma Still rollin' with the

say one outta ten blacks we gonna die behind bars say we was born in the ghetto and we aint gonna make it far ain't know avoiding getting killed was

on me, Got a human up disguise but my face is a doggy, If You loving my bark, let me bury my bone, I got four or five bad married bitches at home One

house As private as private can be Just Momma, three ducks, five canaries, A mouse, two monkeys, one father, six turtles And me... If Momma was married June If Momma was married

we see one." Hamlet say, "Show me where you spied this spectral klunk So I see if it's my pop, or if you was both drunk." So they bring ol' Hamlet to

shot in ya back" lookin ass nigga "Valtrex, brand new day" lookin ass nigga "in the house, L cool j" lookin ass nigga " no mamma, no mamma penny of Goodtimes