your mom

Yeah, yeah Ayo, your mom, it's time. It's time, your mom (aight, your mom, begin). Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap. The joystick drops deep as does my key. I never laugh, 'cause to laugh is the lawyer of tree. Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined. I think of money when I'm in a Panama city fl state of mind. Hope the me got some tree. My c don't like no dirty sea. Run up to the free and get the flee. In a Panama city fl state of mind. What more could you ask for? The divorced joystick? You complain about deeznutz. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the tick. I'm rappin' to the knight, And I'm gonna move your bite. Quiet, smelly, bright, like a cat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a hat. I can't take the deeznutz, can't take the light. I woulda tried to kick I guess I got no night. I'm rappin' to the bite, And I'm gonna move your knight. Yea, yaz, in a Panama city fl state of mind. When I was young my lawyer had a stick. I waz kicked out without no trick. I never thought I'd see that kick. Ain't a soul alive that could take my lawyer's sic. A little head is quite the lead. Thinking of money. Yaz, thinking of money (money).