My Baby'z Mama Lyrics - Str8 Off The Streets Of Muthap - Eazy E

I'm sitting here writing this song about 

Baby's mothers who uh, try to sue the daddy's for child support 

Even though daddy's taking care of the baby 

But the mother's just, you know, scandalous 

And I'd just like to say 

Fuck my baby's mama, the bitch got drama 

Fuck my baby's mama 

Cause she's the type of bitch that wanna see me broke 

Broker than a joke, bitch stole my role 

And every time I see the bitch, she needs cash 

She make me wanna slap her ass 

Trifling bitch, always got me in a fix 

The low life Compton-shopping-swap-me trick 

I wanna kill the ho 

Then slam her in the trunk of my six four 

Cause yo, that ho made my dick grow 

And now her lawyer's at every show 

Waiting for me to kick in my dough 

But before I go, I'm on death row 

Cause the bitch had too much drama 

Fuck my baby's mama 

Fuck my baby's mama (that bitch) 

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Fuck my baby's mama, the bitch got drama 

And I'm not the one 

I should just knock her punk ass out 

While I'm in court paying child support 

But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel 

And he's the type of nigga that a nigga's gotta kill 

Make me kick up a grip, I don't like her 

Cause the bitch is buying skirts instead of diapers 

Begging so much to hold hands, it's starting to look like cuffs 

I wish I never fucked 

How much you make? 

Cause according to your income, you might have to spend some 

Time behind bars, now you find it hard 

I never thought a bitch would pull a stunt like this 

I can't do another day with Pamela 

So I'mma pay ya' honor 

But I'd just like to say 

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I think of all the money I spent on a lawyer, I used to be an employer 

But now I'm just an employee, filing bankruptcy 

But now the punk bitch can't touch me 

Uh, I only call her to check up on my daughter 

So now she got a restraining order 

Put me to the curb and had the nerve to ask to borrow a dime 

Bitch, you must be out your rabid ass mind 

Huh, love for start will take much you see 

The bitch broke me so now I need a crutch 

But you gotta understand a judge don't give a fuck 

About a young nigga that's down on his luck 

So I gotta put the P down and be down for the calls 

And give the bitch back her drawers 

So if your driving by and you see her 

Do me a favor, give the bitch the finger 

Fuck her 

You biiiiiiiitch 

(Laughter), that's fucked up 

Go to hell (laughter) 

We dedicate this number to you (laughter) 

This one's for you 

This evening's news report 

See you 'round, buddy boy