[Marvin Gaye, Sample]nnMother Mother, mother mother,neverybody thinks were wrong.nMother, mother. Who are theynto judge us? Mother, mothernsimply cause we wear our hair long.nMother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.nn[Papoose- Verse 1]nnIm gonna take ya'll back on this one.nMommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outsidenhe bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.nnPapoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keepnkickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.nI grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.nnBack in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.nWe had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outsnover them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these littlenlabels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.nn[Marvin Gaye - Chorus]nnOh, make you wanna hollernThe way they do my lifenMake me wanna hollernThe way they do my lifenn[Papoose - Verse 2]nnYo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,nneed gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like yournmom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.nWho ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever steppednon the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,ndrinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.nFather sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'nNeeded some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.nChasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.nSmacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' i caught younn[Marvin Gaye - Chorus]nnOh, make you wanna hollernThe way they do my lifenMake me wanna hollernThe way they do my lifenn[Papoose - Verse 3]nnI was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacksnlike BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.nUsed G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstampsn. Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'nbut the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,nthe ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.nnMan I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.nFlashback, Flashback, Flashback.