Jim Crow That Drama (baby`s Momma) Lyrics

That Drama (baby`s Momma) Lyrics

f/ Jazze Pha, Too $hort



(Short talking)

Damn, Ay man, ain't that Chris baby momma over there?

She lookin good



(Hook - Jazze Pha) 2x

I know that it's gonna be drama

But I got a thang for ya baby momma

It don't stop, it won't stop

It goes on and on and on

(Got my eye on ya bitch and ya baby momma)



(Polo)

I ran into this girl I used to see in Eastwick

She wasn't all that fine, but now she lookin thick

I was feeling kinda hungry so she took me out to mix

She wore some Calvin Klein's that was showin off them hips

And shit, that ass was a eye catcher

And I stress ya, if she let 'cha, you bet ya

X-redbone fetcher

She a go get it girl

Drank Hen and don't hurl

Was priceless like a pearl

Stayed wet a ????

Got caught up in ???? and came and scooped me from the ????

Took me out to where she at, just like that

Late night she called me up so she could get on her job

Work hard overtime, and I don't pay her a dime

Playa keep her mind, her body already mine

And we will meet you at the finish line

I'ma tell her that I know it's gonna be some drama

You cuffin her like an anaconda

But I still got a thang for your baby momma



(Hook)



(Short)

I got my eye on ya bitch and ya baby momma

Save the drama, cause I really don't want it

I was mindin my business, all alone

Drivin down the street, makin calls on the phone

I'm a player, even in your town

Your baby momma's kinda cute, roll ya window down

She asked me 'what you gettin in to tonight?'

I said 'you baby, I hope it ain't too tight'

She laughed and then I told her, holla at me later

Here's the number to my pager, two fingers like a player

Rolled out, and when she hit me on the beep

I found out your baby momma's a freak

I know ya turned her out when she was young

Got her doing thangs wit her tounge

I'm havin hella fun

Stop puttin in work like a fool

Lost a good women to a real player, you know the rules



(Jazze Pha)

Now I done seen this whole thang for what it's 'sposed to be

Cause she wanna love me down and got you mad at me

She does things for free she's never done to you

She asked me, so what the fuck I'm 'sposed to do?



(Hook)



(Cartel)

Suzanna, this hoe from Alabama she was country

It don't matter, boy I will still splack her cause she ??? me

(Exhale), but she want me, (oh well), I'm macaroni

Tony, when it come to these girls

I got that game for sell, that be them lames ya tell

That buy ya Chenelle, and ice for ya dyke friends

I'm in your ear like Tyson

?????, just cripplin, your thoughts of goin home

You called yo man up on the phone and said ('I'll be there later on')

Shit it's on to the crib, we did them thangs you do to make kids

Come to find out, you fool wit, ah shit

How you know Chris? (oh, that's just my baby daddy)

Hell nah, oh y'all got babies? (yeah boy, we got a cute lil' family)

Damn, that's steady, tell Chris I'm sorry but I ain't scared off

And if he really wanna trip I got this infrared boy

Girl what we did was dead wrong, so when you and shorty talk

Tell him boy you let me hit it, so I hit it and it ain't my fault



(Jazze Pha)

Don't you be hoe trustin, don't let it get to you

Because I just come out bustin, they comin after you

Now don't you be hoe trustin, don't let it get to you

Because I just come out bustin, they comin after you



(Hook)



(Short talking)

I don't give a fuck

Nigga baby momma got some good ass pussy

Mad as fuck if he knew Short Dog hit it

Biiiiiitch!



(Got my eye on ya bitch and ya baby momma)