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Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strap
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When I was bad
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Bad
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[Verse 1]
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Picture me snotty nose sittin on my aunt's lap
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The kid like 5 or 6 shit I will curse back
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I got it from the older folks sittin in the living room
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everybody had cups stylistic song boom
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but then came Darryl Mack lightin' all the reefer up
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baby caught a contact I'm trying to tie my sneaker up
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I'm missing all the loops strings going in the wrong holes
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It feels like I'm wobbling, look at all these afros
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Soon as I thought I was good the joke's on me
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I heard a voice "get in the room, I get angry"
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Sting my feet catch a tantrum
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spit, scream, fuck that
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Momma shake me real hard, then get the big gat
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That's called the belt help me as I yelled
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I'm in the room like (panting)"huh, huh, huh" with mad welps
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ragged out, bad belt yes her presence was felt
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Then get my black ass in the bed it's time crash out (crash out)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Despite the alcohol, I had a great old Mama
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She famous for her slaps and to this day she's honored
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But when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rude
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I picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in her nigga food
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Get beat, then I'd run and tell grandman "mama hit me for no reason"
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She whipped me hard when I finished eatin
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and felt that belt stingin after I wet that bed
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Hid my drawers and start cryin, when she felt that bed
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Caught another when I told her those the fake pro-keds
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In the corner weavin and screamin trying to block my head (ahHH!)
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Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treats
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Fresh pair of sneaks, punishments like have a ceas
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Back then when friends and neighbors would bust that ass
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and bring you back to your momma she got the switch in the stash
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That's back to back beatings
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Only went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin yo
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[Chorus]
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Whip You With A Strap
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| Ghostface Killah |
