DJ Premier - Mama's Boyfriend lyrics

[Hook] I never liked you n***as Who knew one day I'd be just like you n***as Uh, alright you n***as, uh, alright you n***as When I become my mama's boyfriends? [Verse 1] He walked in our lives I was only five Superman pajamas I was super duper fly Sittin there like why? He at least Hooper-Size You know I scrutinize, like, "Who this newer guy?" I'm my mama boyfriend, I'm her little husband I was the man of the house when it wasn't Tryna get to know me, homie? Just k** the charm You ain't interested in me, you just tryning to f** my mom We all the voices of our parents' bad choices The aftermath of divorces, the kids of bitter split-ups And babysitters and grandparents don't know what do to with us And the last thing I want to see is mama's new n***a You old Old Spice wearing, short chain wearing Dress shoes and jogging pants wearing, church sock wearing When you first stop caring about your appearance? When you get here anyway? I already got parents Don't try to put me in line, I already got crayons My mama said I could do it, I already got clearance Keep your hands off my mama how Anita got Clarence Y'all I know she look good but you need to stop staring I drew a picture of her that'd make her proud But the door was locked and the TV up so loud I screamed out, "I ain't going to sleep no time soon! And when I do, I'm sleeping in my mama's room!" [Bridge] I don't like you n***a If I was old enough I'd fight you n***a I want to run over you with my bike, you n***a Don't go to sleep at night, you n***a When I become my mama's boyfriends? [Verse 2] Twenty years later where has the time gone Now you see I'm dating, having problems of my own Now that I'm grown the tables turned around I never thought I'd ever raise another n***a's child He don't like his mama's boyfriend just like me Don't wanna do the wrong thing, that's very un-Spike Lee But he be like D Bo round his mama, there Cause when she here, he be quiet when she leave, he be talking again He be wilding out, be calm I don't drink the drama or sip the Dom-Tyler-Perry-on "You gonna marry my mom?" Look, I don't read palms And I don't read Psalms but I did take little man to church Took little man to school Look, little man, kids don't make the rules Even though I ain't raised you, you your mama's angel Don't get it twisted, baby boy, I'll Ving Rhames you [Hook]