Mama's Little Boy

Nah
 He ain't mama's little boy no more
 Wavey
 Uh
 He ain't mama's little boy no more
 (Oh no)
 Put the water guns down, picked up a 44
 (Pah)
 Said he need some head, and a B- on all four's
 (All fours)
 On the road to riches, and you N- off course
 Middle finger to the sky, F- a 9 to 5
 I ain't working for you slave masters, B- I rather die
 (Yah, Yah, Yah)
 Chains on my neck, got them N- plotting homicide
 Pull up on you N-, twenty-one, but this ain't a knife
 (Grah)
 (Ha)
 Tell the judge it was self defense
 And I'm still waiting on my forty archer settlement
 War outside, and I'm loyal to the regiment
 Tre', "O", five, Ima M- represent
 She looked at me and said, you the only you I got
 And these N- want you dead, and the klan is with the cop's
 I said, I'll be damned mama
 They know who I am ma"
 To you I'm still a little boy
 But to them I'm the man mama
 He ain't mama's little boy no more
 (Oh no)
 Put the water guns down, picked up a 44
 (Pah)
 Said he need some head, and a B- on all four's
 (All fours)
 On the road to riches, and you N- off course
 Middle finger to the sky, F- 9 to 5
 I ain't working for you slave masters, B- I rather die
 Jesús on my neck, got these N- screaming crucify
 Pull up on you N-, twenty-one, but this ain't a knife
 (Woo)
 He ain't mama's little boy no more
 (Yah)
 He ain't mama's little boy no more
 He ain't mama's little boy no more
 (Yah)
 He ain't mama's little boy no more