Joe Budden - Ma Ma Ma Lyrics
[112] + (Joe)112! (Jump off!)Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know)[Verse One: Joe Budden]You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blueDon't no other mami give me head like youI get you in the club, sit right in the Rovery Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoterWe could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thighYou goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be lifeDon't mistake my talkin modestStill put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closetBay, riverboats, if you wanna see waterFull length minks, get rid of that three-quarterEx-man never had you feelin that flyFlat screens in the room with the ceiling that highWhen them other cats call you, you can turn your phone offNew school your neck, take that herringbone offStretch 'Vee playin ManhattanSystem old school, play 'em and had 'emWe makin it happen, oh yeah[Chorus: 112]Turn this off for a minuteWe can do bigger things if you widditWe can be me and you, I know you feel itYou can say, "La la-la la, la la la la"All you want, you can get itYou can have all my time, let's spend itThe way you do your thing, I can't forget itGot me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"[Verse Two: Joe Budden]Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blueGot birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like youI don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check comeThey already know they gotta pay for they mealsSay I'm, comin at you with lines, think they liesJust because I don't match your compatible signI'ma let the world see, other boos can't relateLet you walk in front, make the other dudes hateWhen I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha)Who else you know gon' poke it like that?And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin"La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, lookPrivate party, it's just me, youand the new envy of ours, we won't be sorryScoop it, we can do the all from Harley(?)Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par[Chorus][Verse Three: Joe Budden]Look forget my miss, no let's remind missAnd I never let a clown disrespect my missI need dat in my life, a G might cryBut you the only one that ever get to see that sideLook, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rushWe can take baby steps, that may be the bestHate to repeat myself, I know I already told youBut mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know youIf you been for lookin for the right one, well here he isReady to take things a little mo' seriousAin't nervous no more, you heard it all beforeAre you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour?Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeonsNeed a house with acres to put my wife and kids inChefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchenBabygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin[Interlude: 112]Baby let me be with you more, hold you moreLet me get the chance, I can show you moreLet me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out"La la-la la, la la la la"If I could, wife you out, ride this outYou're the only one I wouldn't ride withoutI could show you what this life's aboutI be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma"[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs[Joe Budden]This is the type of shit right here, listenYou gotta go to the car wash on this oneHehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shitIf it just went yesterday, when you wake upTake it to the car washDon't just get the exterior joint neitherWe need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar jointAnd we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearviewSo it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get insideHa ha! Ayy...
