Baby motha

Baby motha Lyrics

[Reporter]
Rapper and actor DMX along with wife pregnant wife Tashera
Showed up at the federal court in Queens Wednesday
To accept a plea agreement
Inside the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face
As well as the fans caught off guard
By this star's appearances

[Chorus: DMX]
My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door
Got me like "I ain't f**kin with that b**ch no more"
Don't even like so I can't f**k with her
Thinkin cause we got a kid together, I'm stuck with her, nah
(Repeat)

[DMX]
My baby's motha be buggin, she wanna blast stick b**ches
One of them talk sh*t, and then get they ass kicked b**ches
Once upon a story, yall niggas know the story
And that everything is lovely when it's all about the glory
But soon as sh*t hit the fan, honies be wanna take the kid and scram
I'm having bad thoughts, don't like how dark it's getting man
From the time I wake up and get dressed
I get stressed, and hardly ever get rest
It's oh-five, so I'm on some different sh*t cousin
She ain't gon have me liftin through that riffin sh*t cousin
I got moves to make and mad sh*t to do
Her friends are looking good so I might hit the crew
It's like one and two that might get a nigga that big and happy
And I know them b**ches will f**k me cause when I see 'em, they be winkin at me
You listenin thinkin that's a crazy brother
But I'm gon have to be a father who ain't f**kin with his baby motha

[Chorus: 2X]

b**ches be callin the cops, thinkin they callin the shots
Takin the dude with the bag, baby it's all in the pops
And do yo thing, cause I'm doin mine boo
A nigga just been chillin, I been just fine, and you?
I kicked it with my honey and she put me on to something
You gon think until you really see me gon, I'm frontin
Maybe if you kept your friends of respectable distance
Out of our business, I wouldn't have to come and visit
I thought you knew, let the sh*t you like switchin clothes
When them b**ches through, ain't to co sure when they home
But that ain't never stopped yo ass from passin on the Guess
Askin for that Cougie sweater, patten up the breast
Patten up the butt, but you think niggas is stupid
Last week yo sh*t was like the dog, look at it now, too big
I ain't gon blow yo sh*t no more, I shouldn't be even did that
Cause you my baby motha, and I'ma always hit that

[Hook: Janyce] (DMX)
Give a hell what you say (You don't)
I ain't never gon go away (You won't)
I'ma stalk you till I find you (Been there)
Turn around and be right behind you (Still there)
Be in the bushes outside yo house
Just waitin for you to come out
Cause I'm a stupid b**ch (I know)
A real f**kin stupid b**ch (I know)
Ain't nothing but a stupid b**ch

[Chorus: 2X]

[DMX]
My baby motha be buggin soon as I walked in the door
Got me like "I ain't f**kin with this b**ch no more"
Give me a Puerto Rican honey that cook rice and beans
And hair down to her ass, who looks nice in them jeans
So I can be like "Damn, you looking good and I wanna f**k"
But you a chicken so when I'm finish, I got a duck
Plus, you don't wanna be around and see what honey do
And plenty comin through, she comin through with that twenty-two
Trust me, you don't need that in your life
Oh yall b**ches already know, I got a wife
You'se a stupid b**ch, a real f**kin stupid b**ch
You ain't nothing but a stupid b**ch. b**ch!

[Bridge]

[Chorus until fade]