Destiny's Child - Big Momma's Theme Lyrics
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- Big Momma's Theme Lyrics
Album: Non-Album Songs Lyrics [JD with Destiny's Child in backround] Yo New York in da house (DC: Do do do do...) Brooklyn in da house Uptown in da house Chi Town in da house Atlanta, Georgia are you in da house? West Coast in da house (Vita) Everybody in da house Baby, baby come on Baby come on [Vita] Yo, yo, yo who that be? V-I-T-A Big Momma lady murders away We play twenty-four hours a day Mind on money twenty-four hours a day It's hard to say or tell when there's love in the air So I continue to be Miss Dawg of the year And take care of my peeps when the street is hot You need a place to stay, just pull out the cot And I swerve in the two-door car without no shotgun Driver took 'em lukewarm to hot like lava I'm not one that's forgotten There's a lot of haters that be hating for nothing With their hand out waiting for something Chick like me I waits for nothing Put in work 'til the cake come in So breathe easy whenever you need me Just yell, V-I-T-A know it well Chorus: [Destiny's Child] This is Big Momma's house We ain't gonna take no popping off at the mouth This is Big Momma's house Those that get a chance to dance they get turned out This is Big Momma's house One night spent here have you climbing up the wall This is Big Momma's house We ain't gonna take no mess at all, no no [Da Brat] You know how Da Brat-tat get The dough stack (what?) Ready for combat get your head cracked (what?) Could cook a steak up and dice that paper Chop it up like onions to add that flavor (o-oh!) I'm fresh, even your mami wish I was her seed I rip a hole in the track as it bleed I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the heat Obviously it's evident I can't be beat, what? I strut in dem thirty-eight jeans or the fitted ones Either way you still wanna split something Could it be the curves in the waist? Or could it be the Suburban I push when I swerve through the place Got the nerve to not be able to be replaced Haters can't tap in 'cause I can't be traced This my house, don't speak until spoken to Disrespect me and I'm choking you, what? CHORUS [JD & Destiny's Child] (Do, do, do, do...) Put your hands up (Do, do, do, do...) Put your hands up (Do, do, do, do...) Put your hands up (Do, do, do, do...) CHORUS (2X)
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