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She's My Mama Lyrics - Me Myself & I - Fat Joe

You know one man's treasure is another man's cash 

Speak on it, speak on it, listen 

And you know the man that sleeps on the floor 

Can't fall the *** off the bed 

Pop your collar to this, it's grills mania, ya heard me? 

 

She's my mami, she's my baby 

I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy 

Wanna be down? Jump in the car 

Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star 

 

Now she was only sixteen, I had to nurture that 

Give her some growth, waited 'til I touched the cat 

Told she goin' have to work if she gon' get ahead 

Then she drove me berserk when she gave me some *** 

 

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She told me that she learnt that from the porno flicks 

I said,? Mami, stop talkin', just suck on this ***? 

I ain't say her name yet, so let's say she nothin' 

Now watch me turn this nothin' into somethin', get it? 

 

Mami, get in that kitchen, this is free base 

Just cook it 'til it's hard, then cut it in eighths 

Take the trip cross town to see Tru 

Just get the money, don't listen, that *** think he cute 

 

See all this money we got, we goin' shoppin' 

Louis Vitton and Pucci, we get it poppin' 

We hit the club on some clico s*** 

See the respect that you get from just bein' my *** 

 

Look, see 'em, they sick, they wan' be in your shoes 

That's the game that I hit her wit to leave her confused 

I'm just usin' her for paper, she want a man 

I'm 'bout to see my other *** but she understands 

 

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'Cause she's my mami, she's my baby 

I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy 

Wanna be down? Jump in the car 

Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star 

 

She's my mami, she's my baby 

I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy 

Wanna be down? Jump in the car 

Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star 

 

Ay yo, I met her at the Rucker Park watchin' the stars play 

I knew she was a Terror, she was watchin' the Squad play 

I knew she had her own, she was pushin' the bubble X 

Type of eye candy that you see in a double X 

 

Fat ***, long hair, short like Nia Long 

I knew she was a victim from the start, my G is strong 

And then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summers 

Gave me credit cards and debit cards with pin numbers 

 

I'm lookin' at receipts, she spent G's on the kid 

I'm pushin' her V, even got keys to the crib 

I needed to bag up, I bought G's to the crib 

I got knocked, what she did? Put up the deed to the crib 

 

But now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan 

Look my *** is wit ma, let's make it happen 

So I burst through the door 'bout a quarter to four 

And told every nosy ***, 'Get the *** on the floor' 

 

Then she opened up the bag and started to fill 'em all 

Makin' sure that she left the marked money in the drawer 

Told security,? If you move this goin' be your last night 

I'm workin' with this Mack 10, you workin' with a flashlight? 

 

I'm walkin' backwards, nobody moved, word to mother 

Tryin' not look 'cause I don't want to blow her cover 

That's when this *** winks and blew a kiss at me 

I don't believe this *** took all them risks for me 

 

That's why she's my mami, she's my baby 

I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy 

Wanna be down? Jump in the car 

Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star 

 

She's my mami, she's my baby 

I love you so much, you drivin' me crazy 

Wanna be down? Jump in the car 

Rollin' wit me, I'll make you a star 

 

We on some bulls*** right now 

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Street runner on this one, catch suckers, crack 

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