Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say, eh And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say, this is where you belong Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say, what'cha say
Übersetzung: Mr. Cheeks. Mama Say.
Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say..Eh And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say.. (This is where you belong...) Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama
im with my thursday junk she a real freek a hundred grand fitting right up in her butt cheek mrs friday go weezy cuz shes just running but saturday be having mr
bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly I'm the goat, what I wrote 'cuz fire and smoke Think I started on the choir singin' solo for the Pope Tell your mama
island gilligan's island and pirates peak and then to nappa valley rappers alley and stayed a week i met the queen of all my dreams and we danced cheek to cheek
['Why' shouted through out the whole song] [Mr. Cheeks] They won't let us do no shows in New York They won't even let us fuckin talk They say Lost Boyz
