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  • Main » D » Da Brat » Big Momma's Theme
    Da Brat - Big Momma's Theme lyrics (Rating: 0.00)
    Posted: 28.07.2004
    Views: 131
    [jermaine](destiny's child)
    Yo new york in da house
    (do, do, do, do...)
    Brooklyn in da house
    Uptown in da house
    Chi town in da house
    Atlanta, georgia are you in da house?
    West coast in da house
    Vita
    Everybody in da house
    Baby, baby come on
    Baby come on
    
    [vita]
    Yo, yo, yo who that be?
    V-i-t-a
    Big momma lady murders away
    We play twenty-four hours a day
    Mind on money twenty-four hours a day
    It's hard to say or tell
    When there's love in the air
    So i continue to be miss dawg of the year
    And take care of my peeps when the streets is hot
    You need a place to stay just pull out the cot
    And i swerve in the two-door car without no shotgun
    Driver took 'em lukewarm to hot like lava
    I not one that's forgotten
    There's a lot of haters that be hatin' for nothing
    With their hand out waitin' for something
    Chick like me i waits for nothin'
    Put in work till the cake come in
    So breathe easy whenever you need me
    Just yell, v-i-t-a know it well
    
    1 - [destiny's child]
    This is big momma's house
    We ain't gon take no poppin' off at the mouth
    This is big momma's house
    Those that get a chance to dance
    They get turned out
    This is big momma's house
    One night spent here
    Have you climbing up the wall
    This is big momma's house
    We ain't gonna take no mess at all
    
    [da brat]
    You know how da brat-tat get
    The dough stack what?
    Ready for combat get your head cracked
    What?
    Could cook a steak up and dice that paper
    Chop it up like onions to add that flavor
    I'm fresh even your mami wish i was her seed
    I rip a hole in the track as it bleed
    I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the heat
    Obviously it's evident i can't be beat, what?
    I strut in dem thirty-eight jeans or the fitted ones
    Either way you still wanna split something
    Could it be the curves in the waist? (what?)
    Or could it be the suburban i push when i swerve through the place
    (uh) got the nerve to not be able to be replaced (yeah)
    Haters can't tap in cause i can't be traced (uh)
    This my house, don't speak until spoken to
    Disrespect me and i'm choking you what?
    
    Repeat 1
    
    [jermaine](destiny's child)
    No uh come on
    (do, do, do, do...)
    Put your hands up
    Put your hands up
    Put your hands up
    
    Repeat 1 (2x)
    
    [destiny's child]
    No, no!