Papoose - Flashback lyrics

[Intro: Marvin Gaye] Mother Mother, mother mother Everybody thinks were wrong Mother, mother. Who are they To judge us? Mother, mother Simply cause we wear our hair long Mother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh [Verse 1] Im gonna take ya'll back on this one Mommy make me some oatmeal The mailman outside he bringin' mo' bills Daddy driving in his raggedy automobile Papoose got the cooties he k**ed a roach ill "Mommy Toya' keep kickin' me with them old heels" "Boy stop trying to make a mountain out a mole hill" I grew up in a shack just like O'Neal Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real Back in the days when K' was on cold chill We lived on the first floor, I'm from down the hill We had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel They use to have shoot outs over them dope deals They say "If he's so nice why he got no deal?" I say my talent is something these labels won't steal I'm doing this for them rappers up out of Brownsville Who never went platinum they had a bad deal [Hook: Marvin Gaye] Oh, make you wanna holler The way they do my life Make me wanna holler The way they do my life [Verse 2] Yo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps Need gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black You actin' like your Mom's all that She's so cross sighted that when she cries tears go down her back Who ever stepped on the lines, yo' mother drink wine Who ever stepped on the cracks, yo mother smokes crack We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted Drinking sugar water and eating a syrup sandwich We threw rocks at lots, the buildings was abandoned Father sinners was teaching, but we ain't understand it Pissy mattresses, we was on the block flippin' Needed some school clothes so we went shoplifting Triple fat goose first deal big difference Chasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses You slap box better than me, then I fought you Smacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' "I caught you" [Hook] [Verse 3] I was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid Had them red and black lumberjack just like Big Osh Kosh B'Gosh and flat tops Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops Used G's favourite pants, Tyson was the champ Started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots n***as were scared when they used to say "what the blood clot!" But the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots n***as started to get gun bu*ted and what not Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives The ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I knew Man I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow I just caught a flashback, I smoked too much dro Flashback, Flashback, Flashback