Chris Ward - Little Mama's lyrics

(*talking*) Po-Yo, where the ladies at Let's find em or some'ing [Hook] I see these little mamas, when I step in the club I see these little mamas, they be showing me love I see these little mamas, got em eyeing the j**els Later on me and shorty, gon be breaking the rules (I see these lil' mamas, they be eyeing me down Snatch one hit the bar, and buy shots of Crown In a minute, lil' mama gon be off of her game In the back of the champagne sinks, giving me brain) [Godfather] On the way to the club getting smokey, Navigator me and Pokey Maybe tonight we come out, but usually we low key Move slowly, cats acting like they know me It's normal, meet a lot of broads that wanna blow me Have the ladies going crazy, like at Chip-N-Dale I think shorty is drunk, spilling her Zif-N-Dale Bling-bling, from the chain and the ring Thank God piece, gon shine like Don King At the bar tipping a cup, sipping it up Hennessey make me go long, sniffing it up Satisfy you, like R. Kelly and Puffy Most like it gentle, but some like it roughly I see you eyeing, across the room like you spying Waiting for my conversation, give me the combination To your celly, meet me at the nearest Telly For privacy, gotta pay the price like Kelly [Hook] [Big Pokey] I see these lil' mamas, they be tripping me out Tight pants and twat, giving it all they got Late night at the spot, I'm in the Coupe on dubs Swooping by these n***as, in these houpes on hubs Valet at the do', better roll out the rug Sensei done hit the scene, bout to tear up the club Ain't that shorty from my side, baby steady strutting Iceberg jeans, pierced belly bu*ton E and P. Diddy, roaming the lot on bikes K-Dogg and Big D, in the Navi with dykes As for your's truly, I got baby with the big booty At the bar on the floor, but fifth absolutely Shots of Gin, shots of Henn Tipped the bartender ten, shot to the Benz She got to complaining, bout her head was throbbing I gave her some Tylenol, she gave me the noggin [Hook] [Chris Ward] I see ya lil' mama, peeping the chain Even the wrist watch, and peeping the rings I know ya saw me when I pulled up, creeping the Range Valet gave him fifty, told him keep the change The look was strange, but you was eyeing me down Cause the j**elry is freezer burnt, and diamond down Plus when I came in, I was buying Crown So I could have your mind focused, on lying down It's getting late, and time is winding down I got ya tipsy, to where that I know ya mind me now So shake it lil' mama, and start to backing it up All the way from the front, to the back of the club And if I like what I see, you can come and be With Chris Ward and Mob Style, in the VIP In any minute you'll be, way off of your game Ready to give me cranium, head and brains [Hook] (*talking*) I see these little mamas, when I step in the club (what, worldwide)