Lyrics The Pharcyde

The Pharcyde

Ya Mama

Yo man, you gotta be, you know, you gotta be on to die, man

What's up with that? Yo bro-shot, yeah, word up bro-shot

Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin' knowledge

Ay man, why don't you quit talkin' all the stuff

And do something about it? You know what I'm sayin?

Oh, you talking about, kick some, uh, knowledge

Yeah, well you do that like right now

And some wisdom for the people, what's up with that? Okay, I got it

(Brothers and sisters)

Ya mom is so fat

(How fat is she?)

Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy

With twenty-two burritos, but times are rough

I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs

The sad fact

(What?)

Ya mama smokes crack

(What?)

She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back

Her knuckles drag down to the ground where she walk

Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk

Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot

Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot

She's got the wings and teeth of an African bat

Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that

Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it

(Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it)

Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it

(Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama)

Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks

With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks

Held up the ice-cream truck with a slingshot

She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop

Ya mama root 'n' toot and stole my loot and my suit

She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute

She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty

Filled up with Kool-Aid, just for the kiddies

On a cliff butt naked, tootin' on a flute

Ridin' on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot

She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat

Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that

Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet

(Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet)

I said ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet

(Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama)

Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat

I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek

I said,