Rem (Producer) - Parents lyrics

[Hook:] Your momma ain't sh**, your daddy ain't sh** And then you realize that life is a b**h With a dirty white tee and some dirty a** kicks And you got no money so you can't feed the jit Your momma ain't sh**, your daddy ain't sh** And then you realize that life is a b**h Got no education so you got to be the chick That strip for a living cause you gotta pay the rent [Verse 1] Pity, pity, pity, first you showing off them titties Letting n***as lick the clittie to a flower or some witty comment Witty, now you sh**ty with those saggy tig ol' bitties And a flabby old a**, trying to look like Ms. Nicky Picky, cause I say you look like Ms. Piggy It's a damn shame that we the same pigment First you act like Bobby, now you look like Whitney If a n***a know the chorus then please say it with me [Hook] [Verse 2] n***a, n***a, n***a, let a n***a level with ya How the hell you gon' be broke and always be the bigger spender? Stories sweeter than the splenda that was thrown inside the blender So you wanna get crunk while you mix it with the liquor n***a, people like you, I don't get ya Claimin' you a baller but your momma living with ya Better look inside the picture, cause you ain't getting richer Now it's hard to see his son cause the momma took him with her [Hook] [Verse 3] Let 'em do whatever, it's whatever They endeavor, from the streets to the clubs, to the guns To the cheddar 'til you get a phone call, e-mail Or a letter that your jit locked up or he dead on the stretcher Better parenting is the main pressure Your daughter got kids but wasn't taught about pleasure Your kids are the treasure, the love you couldn't measure Will end up in the hole if you don't get it together