Bobby "Bobcat" Ervin - My Baby'z Mama lyrics

[Intro] [Baby:] "What ya doing daddy, what ya doing daddy?" [Eazy-E:] "I'm sitting here writing this song about baby's mothers, who, uh, try to sue the daddys for child support, even though daddy's taking care of the baby. But the mother's just, you know, scandalous and I'd just like to say..." [Verse 1] f** my baby's mama, the b**h got drama f** my baby's mama Cause she's the type of b**h that wanna see me broke Broker than a joke, b**h stole my role And every time I see the b**h, she needs cash She make me wanna slap her a** Trifling b**h, always got me in a fix The low life Compton-shopping-swap-meet trick I wanna k** the ho Then slam her in the trunk of my six four Cause yo, that ho made my dick grow And now her lawyer's at every show Waiting for me to kick in my dough But before I go, I'm on d**h row Cause the b**h had too much drama f** my baby's mama [Hook x8] f** my baby's mama (that b**h) [Verse 2] f** my baby's mama, the b**h got drama And I'm not the one I should just knock her punk a** out While I'm in court paying child support But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel And he's the type of n***a that a n***a's gotta k** Make me kick up a grip, I don't like her Cause the b**h is buying skirts instead of diapers Begging so much to hold hands it startin' to look like cuffs I wish I never f**ed But that's too late. How much you laid? Cause according to your income, you might have to spend some Time behind bars, now you find it hard I never thought a b**h would pull a stunt like this I can't do another day with Pamela So I'mma pay ya', Anna But I'd just like to say [Hook] [Verse 3] I think of all the money I spent on a lawyer, I used to be an employer But now I'm just an employee, filing bankruptcy But now the punk b**h can't touch me Uh, I only call her to check up on my daughter So now she got a restraining order Put me to the curb and had the nerve to ask to borrow a dime b**h, you must be out your rabid a** mind Huh, love for start will take much you see The b**h broke me so now I need a crutch But you gotta understand a judge don't give a f** About a young n***a that's down on his luck So I gotta put the P down and be down for the calls And give the b**h back her drawers So if your driving by and you see her Do me a favor, give the b**h the finger f** her [Hook] [Outro] You biiiiiiiitch (Laughter), that's f**ed up Go to hell (laughter) We dedicate this number to you (laughter) This one's for you This evening's news report See you 'round, buddy boy