Big Momma's Theme Lyrics - Da Brat

[Jermaine] 

Yo New York in da house 

(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 streets 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 not one that's forgotten 

There's a lot of haters that be hatin' for nothing 

With their hand out waitin' for something 

Chick like me I waits for nothin' 

Put in work till the cake come in 

So breathe easy whenever you need me 

Just yell, V-I-T-A know it well 

[Chorus] 

This is Big Momma's house 

We ain't gon take no poppin' 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 

[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 

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 want to split something 

Could it be the curves in the waist? (What?) 

Or could it be the Suburban I push when I swerve through the place 

(Uh) Got the nerve to not be able to be replaced (Yeah) 

Haters can't tap in cause I can't be traced (Uh) 

This my house, don't speak until spoken to 

Disrespect me and I'm choking you what? 

[Chorus] 

[Jermaine] 

No uh come on 

(Do, do, do, do...) 

Put your hands up 

Put your hands up 

Put your hands up 

[Chorus: x2] 

[Destiny's Child] 

No, no!