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Devin the Dude - Who's That Man, Moma lyrics
(Clap your hands to what he's doin) [ VERSE 1: Devin ] Either by bus, plane, train, 15 passenger van Another show, then we must go, let's get there fast as we can We just tryin to spread love when we comin to your city Some look at us shitty but some bitches show us they titties So I love my job, don't have to piss in a cup They tell me to straighten up because of all the kids and stuff Are gonna be there lookin at you perform So keep your lyrics calm, they might be there with their moms And pops, you need to drop somethin clean with no cussin But my shit is... But nothin, don't wanna hear these parents fussin Bout your 5th Ward filth and you holdin your crotch Nobody wanna hear bout what you wanna poke in they mouth But that ain't what it's all about, I'm simply tryin to have fun Tryin to break a leg before I break my third one Up in your back, they ask how can you stand there proud And bow knowin there's a little child in the crowd Sayin [ CHORUS (2X) ] Who is the man, moma On stage with the brew in his hands, moma Don't you think he's bein rude to the fans, moma Grabbin his nuts, look at him doin it again, moma He's doin it again, moma [ VERSE 2: Devin ] You got to give the people Yeah I know, somethin other than just pussy, alcohol and reefer You must uplift the public And they'll give love back, like just last night I got my nuts licked Ugly bitch in love but she hugged it and she rubbed it Fine big red hoe, but now my dickhead sore And we got another show in the O - Ohio It's kinda nice, I been there once and got my dick sucked twice Me and my penis and my microphone Are workin hard so I can get my lights back on Most people don't understand all the problems, pressure and pain They criticize and try to make you feel less of a mane But look at these balls, they're so big The hairs on em look like two big old afro wigs No need to get alarmed, I don't mean no harm If you got your kids with you and they tuggin your arm Sayin [ CHORUS ] Man, whatever happened to groups like Manhattans and the Spinners and Temptations and stuff? These new muthafuckas right here they just wanna fuck ... and cuss and ... Look at em up there smokin weed Aw, what's wrong, pops? I mean, you act like you never had the Temptation of smokin a little weed down in Manhattan Drinkin a beer, bonin a bitch, you know while you Spinner around, you know? But maybe you never smoked bud like I smoke bud maybe you never felt as high as I felt Me and my Coughee Brothers just keep blowin and blowin and [ VERSE 3: Devin ] If you got some shorties, could you make em stay home? Unless they wanna see some grown niggas shakin they bone I know it's morally wrong, but see, I'm known For passin Doobies to my Brothers, get my Family Stoned I'm Gladys Knight-time, the Right Time to get high We reachin for the sky on Earth, there's too much Wind for the Fire We out here in the parking lot, knockin out the last corners Of drink we had since yesterday from somewhere at Arizona We wanna be Kool, we're not a Gang, just tryin to hang With the people and drink, and maybe exchange slang We love music and we need the fans, need tourin But one thing we don't need is bad-ass children Sayin [ CHORUS ] |
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