you see the lipstick on my collar. you wondering whose it is. you start to hollar girl. i tell you mind your own damn business. but it is your business girl. more than you could ever guess. so you better sit down. i got something to confess

i like yo mama.

cuz you got the lite skin. yo mama jet black. you so damn thin. yo mama big and fat. i know you want a passing grade. but i'm gonna hafta fail ya. cuz you sing like mariah. but yo mama sing like mahalia.

i like yo mama.

you got every right girl. every right to be mad at me. but you gotta give me this much credit. at least i keep it in the family.

you like romance. yo mama wanna get paid. you wanna make love...

i ain't even gonna say it.

you got every right girl. every right to be mad at me. but you gotta do me this one favor. please don't tell yo daddy. i know the brotha got a gun.

but i like yo mama.

notes.

so you found it, huh? originally written in '92. live to tape in one take.

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