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Yo Yo - Mama Don't Take No Mess lyrics

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"There are a few things I wanna explain to you..

and I'll try to define, to the best of my ability"



"Mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"



"I'ma tell you one more thing;

and won't tell y'all nothin else"



"Mama.."



[Yo-Yo]

Growin up was crazy, in my days we got our ass kicked

Mama didn't play no ? cause talkin back is foul play

She had her own way of gettin across, which was a belt of steel

She'd tell us from the work we could all but kneel

Gettin nasty in front of guests was the way she'd like to do it

She'll say straighten your shit up, or you can stop em from comin

And yo guys knew what time it was, even they was checked

I got a down ass mama ("that's right") mama don't take no mess

Now shit got hectic, cause mama was tipped

She'll tell you in a minute don't let your mouth get yo' ass whipped

Mama did it all by herself, King and Queen of this house

Yellin, "I want my Daddy" would get your ass thrown out

Now when it came to partyin, moms got wild

Don't nuttin get old but clothes, and they come back as styles

("that's right.. that's right") Yo, I got a down ass mama



"Mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!" "Can you dig it?"



[Yo-Yo]

Beings it was all girls, shit was always missing

from panties to makeup, if it was gone then she was bitchin

She wants to know, "Who's been in the house?" I said no company

Checkin her dresser sayin, "What happened to my money?"

If it was on then it was on, cause money don't walk

Somebody better talk, find the stuff she done lost

I got my butt whooped for everything I did wrong

And it was ON, cause niggaz kept playin on my phone

Don't let moms go to a conference and the teacher confess

Man I'm tell you, mama don't take no mess

Why watch me go down, fight to keep it goin

but really not knowin cause the truth is what they're showin

You don't have a friend, friends come and go is what she'll say

Never tell your deepest secret, you'll get hurt that way

Love is a game, and it's okay if you play

But they're dogs dressed as men, tryin to be your friend

and baby watch out, don't take a step unless you know which way you're goin

Times are gettin lonely but I'll be a honey

I'll never leave ya, believe that love is in the air

No matter what you done, moms'll be there

I got a down ass mama



"Mama don't take no mess!"



"Because I'm aware that you have to use what you have

to get what you want.  This is the reason I'm asking

you to tighten up your shit.  Be proud of your black

body and use it.  That's your natural gift, so girls

use it.  But you got to get yo' shit together!"



"Mama don't take no mess!"



"I'm beggin you please do like I told you"



[Yo-Yo]

Moms, didn't play the okey-doke, oke can get choked, huh

Fuck around and get yo' neck broke

Tellin your friends, "Hold up, wait man, moms'll let me go"

Walk in the house and mom straight say NO!

The type of moms to whup you in the store if she hasta

Just to let you know, you're the child, she's the master

Livin it to the fullest, playin 40 like she's 20 y'know

Some old tricks from a young pro

Brought up in a church house, and every Sunday was a must

When moms couldn't make it, we rode the church bus

Don't say you couldn't fade it, cause that was plannin yo' week

No church, no runnin the streets G!  ("That's right")

We didn't neglect our chores, that was number one

For thirty on the dot, we was on the run

She used to pull up at the dance, have the DJ to call us out

After two o'clock, wasn't no hangin out

Sometimes she waited in the batterram or stood at the front do'

People used to ask what she came fo'

Hell wasn't nuttin get close, moms was loc, no joke

("Right on!)" I got a down ass mama



"Mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"



"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!" "Mmmm, mmm, mmm"

"Mama.. mama don't take no mess!"



"Get them drive-by shooters out of my living room

and off my couch.  You know we expecting company!"



"Is that it?  I gotta go."

"HELL NAW THAT AIN'T IT!"
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