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Momma I'm So Sorry Lyrics - Hell Hath No Fury - Clipse

Gather around 

 

Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya know 

Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, here we go 

 

Youngin' don't make my cells rise, I shoot you out ya chuckers 

Pusha hear the whispers of all you mothafuckers 

Papa said stay free of them suckers 

Minus the wicked jumper, street balla like the rucker 

Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle 

 

Keep the hood screaming CaCa doodle doo fuckers 

Coke by the ton, rap niggaz I'm the one 

With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to jacka 

Basic ass rappas, got 'em running for they life 

I philosophies about glocks and keys 

 

Niggaz call me young black Socrates, West Indies 

Bitch drop to knees quick, what? 

With dreams of being a rich man's bitch 

Feel sorry for niggaz, pull triggers and they shit click 

So many bullets jammed in my shit, should call me [Incomprehensible] 

Shake the diamonds out my wrists 

 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

Got two hot rocks in my pocket 

 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

Big home, palm trees and watches 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

My only accomplice is my conscious 

 

Youngin', learn from me, let's not be at odds 

Were more like than not, 2 peas of a pod 

Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows 

I once gave it away, at 30 grams an O 

 

That accounts for all them days in the cold 

Feels like kissing cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl 

But it's a bigger picture, homes trust I done seen it 

From Frankford to Colon, Oslo to Sweden 

 

From Italy's Milan to the shores of Nepali 

Now I consider Ferrarian Salvador dollies 

I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global 

That's why I seen distance, son expand ya vision 

 

Even the [Incomprehensible] Norwegian women, blonde hair and blue eyes 

I'm gettin' back with a vengeance 

Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten 

And they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin', huh 

 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

Got two hot rocks in my pocket 

 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

Big home, palm trees and watches 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

My only accomplice is my conscious, uh 

 

Miami Vice, sorry heavenly father, once again I hate to bother 

It's P the evil creeper send some to the grim reaper 

Meanwhile, me and my Mrs. like Soloman and Sheeba 

Sign of the times her Emilio Gucci sneakers, huh 

 

Ghetto literature, I damn near died from Bolivia 

It don't take much to get rid of ya, it's a sin for ya 

Better call the minister 

 

I'm sorry grandmama for mistakes I have made 

When I aired family business, how you put me in my place 

Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face 

'Cause I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's grace 

 

So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower heads 

Throughout the house and keep the youngin's mouthes fed 

And when I'm gone, I hope it is said 

I gave structure to the youth by the example I lead, huh 

 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

Got two hot rocks in my pocket 

 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

Big home, palm trees and watches 

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious 

My only accomplice is my conscious 

 

Miami Vice 

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