My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy bud

And her palm on her gun just for blastin that ass

Actin insane for the platinum chain

And her new album's on Aftermath

Kicks my teeth in if I act goofy

Birthday cakes in the shape of a Uzi

Wakes me up like, "Let's get paid"

Beams with blades on her Escalade

Every morning yelling, "Mac

get your ass out of bed and sell some crack"

Mom is a thugged out parent of course

Out on the block with a harem of whores

Better not creep if you're fake and soft

Cause she'll pull out the strap and break you off

Like prrrhhhaaa, cut you loose

But I can't leave the crib without my bubblegoose

Cause



[CHORUS x2]

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

She'll fuck you up (what what!)

You better run and get yourself up



Shot and you're hurtin and off to the surgeon

A little gunpowder in her laundry detergent

She still makes me mind my manners

Cookin dinner listenin to the police scanner

You know my throat gets slit

If I forget one thing off the grocery list

And she'll choke my friends if they call too late

And pistol-whip my girlfriend with a .38

Calls my cell like, "Son, I'ma hurt you

If you're home one single minute past curfew"

My thugged out mama keep the cheeba sticky

Every single morning she'd crease my Dickeys

Scrambled hollow tips for my breakfast

Packs my lunch and shines my necklace

Pours a little liquor, then says (goodbye)

But one bad grade, I get stabbed in the eye



[CHORUS]

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

She'll fuck you up (what what!)

You better run and get yourself up

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

She'll fuck you up (what what!)

You better run and get yourself up

My mom is a thug, she'll kill you, bitch

She'll kill you, bitch (what what!)

You better run and get yourself up

My mom is a thug

She'll fuck you up



Wait, I'm DEAD SERIOUS

Hrrraaahh

Alright



It's the last day of school, gotta make an appearance, It's a must

But I slept in a little too late and missed the bus

And my mom's got a clip to bust if I ask for a ride

I'd rather graduate than be a homicide

So I dipped across the street and started walkin

But I heard Tech N9ne playin and her horn honkin

There she was in a Corolla with bloodshot eyes

I was scared and almost fainted from her Glock size

I turned around to make a run for it

But she crashed and kicked me in the throat like she was Chuck Norris

And instead of sittin here and punchin me hard

She said, "Get your lunchbox and get the fuck in the car"

She hit the gas and grabbed a roach out the ashtray

"Mac, why the fuck would you try to skip on your last day?"

I wasn't, I was walkin, I swear

When the bus came by I was washin my hair

Just then I heard police officer sirens

I said, "Hey mom I think the cops are behind us"

She was swervin like she was a little drunk

And it sounded like there was a dead body in the trunk

She told me to open up the glove compartment

And pulled out her black handgun to spark shit

I counted the bullets, there was like four

Rolled down the window and hung over the side door

I looked back but there was only one cop

And he couldn't see me hangin out the window with my gun cocked

I licked one shot and struck him in the head

Looked back and said, "Mom, that motherfucker's dead"

"Oh good boy Mac, I'm proud of you

If you missed that shot I woulda grounded you

But because of that shot my freedom is saved

Here's five dollars, after school hit the arcade"