Ma Ma Ma Lyrics - 112

[112] + (Joe) 

112! (Jump off!) 

Aww yeah (Uhh, y'know) 

[Verse One: Joe Budden] 

You wanna get right, boo, headlights, blue 

Don't no other mami give me head like you 

I get you in the club, sit right in the Rover 

y Now you ain't gotta pretend like you like the promoter 

We could lamp in the 5 with my hand on yo' thigh 

You goin to sleep thinkin that this can't be life 

Don't mistake my talkin modest 

Still put you in the wi-ld bedroom with the walk-in closet 

Bay, riverboats, if you wanna see water 

Full length minks, get rid of that three-quarter 

Ex-man never had you feelin that fly 

Flat screens in the room with the ceiling that high 

When them other cats call you, you can turn your phone off 

New school your neck, take that herringbone off 

Stretch 'Vee playin Manhattan 

System old school, play 'em and had 'em 

We makin it happen, oh yeah 

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[Chorus: 112] 

Turn this off for a minute 

We can do bigger things if you widdit 

We can be me and you, I know you feel it 

You can say, "La la-la la, la la la la" 

All you want, you can get it 

You can have all my time, let's spend it 

The way you do your thing, I can't forget it 

Got me screamin, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma" 

[Verse Two: Joe Budden] 

Look, I need a wife too, feed her ice, blue 

Got birds on the side, I don't treat 'em like you 

I don't let 'em play with the wheel and when the check come 

They already know they gotta pay for they meals 

Say I'm, comin at you with lines, think they lies 

Just because I don't match your compatible sign 

I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate 

Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate 

When I put it on you, you throw it right back (ha ha) 

Who else you know gon' poke it like that? 

And ma I'm gon' show you like that, you be hollerin 

"La la-la la, la la la la" - oh yeah, look 

Private party, it's just me, you 

and the new envy of ours, we won't be sorry 

Scoop it, we can do the all from Harley(?) 

Y'all ask me hardly nah, I'm up to par 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse Three: Joe Budden] 

Look forget my miss, no let's remind miss 

And I never let a clown disrespect my miss 

I need dat in my life, a G might cry 

But you the only one that ever get to see that side 

Look, my lady fresh, we ain't gotta rush 

We can take baby steps, that may be the best 

Hate to repeat myself, I know I already told you 

But mom's sayin what's good I'm tryin to know you 

If you been for lookin for the right one, well here he is 

Ready to take things a little mo' serious 

Ain't nervous no more, you heard it all before 

Are you a Fifth Ave miss, but you workin that velour? 

Stop, I'm tired of trickin, I'm tired of pigeons 

Need a house with acres to put my wife and kids in 

Chefs are good when they gettin right in the kitchen 

Babygirl that's the life we'd be livin, overstand somethin 

[Interlude: 112] 

Baby let me be with you more, hold you more 

Let me get the chance, I can show you more 

Let me get to know you more, I'll be screamin out 

"La la-la la, la la la la" 

If I could, wife you out, ride this out 

You're the only one I wouldn't ride without 

I could show you what this life's about 

I be screamin out, "Ma ma-ma ma, ma ma ma ma" 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ Joe Budden ad libs 

[Joe Budden] 

This is the type of shit right here, listen 

You gotta go to the car wash on this one 

Hehe, you can't ride around dirty and dusty and shit 

If it just went yesterday, when you wake up 

Take it to the car wash 

Don't just get the exterior joint neither 

We need the-the-the works, the thirty dollar joint 

And we need to get the little tree to put up in the rearview 

So it's smellin nice and SEXY like when they get inside 

Ha ha! Ayy.