Eazy-e - My Baby'z Mama lyrics

I'm sittin' here writin' a song about Baby'z mothers who try to sue the daddies for child support Even though daddy is takin' care of the baby But the mother's just, you know, scandalous, not just like this hey f** my baby'z mama the b**h got drama f** my baby'z mama 'coz she's the type o' 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** triflin' b**h always got me in a fit The low life Compton shoppin' swap me trick I wanna k** the ho then slam her in the trunk of my six fo' 'Coz yo, that ho made my dick grow and now her lawyer's at every show Waitin' for me to kick in my dough But before I go I'm on d**h row 'Coz the b**h had too much drama. f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama (Trick b**h) f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z 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 payin' child support But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel And he's the type o' n***a that a n***a's gotta k** Make me kick up a grip, I don't like her 'Coz the b**h is buyin skirts instead of diapers Beggin' so much to hold hands it's startin to look like cuffs I wish I never f**ed but now it's too late How much you made? 'Coz accordin' to your income You might have to spend some time behind bars Now ya find it hard Never thought a b**h would pull a stunt like this I can't do another day with Pamela So I'm a pay ya, Anna but I just like to say f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama (Trick b**h) f** my baby'z mama I think of all the money that I spent on a lawyer I used to be an employer But now I'm just an employee filin' bankruptcy But now the punk b**h can't touch me Huh, I only call her to check up on my daughter So now she's got a restraining order Put me to the curb and had the nerve to ask a bower or dime b**h, you must be outcha 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 ya drivin' by and ya see her Do me favor, give the b**h the finger, f** her f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama f** my baby'z mama (Trick b**h) f** my baby'z mama You b**h Ha ha, that's f**ed up, go to hell We dedicate this number to you, ha ha This one's for you, this evening's news report See ya 'round, buddy boy