My Mom lyrics Lyrics

My Mom lyrics Songwriters: Mathers, Marshall; Young, Andre Romell; Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, alright, yo, yo Yo, yo, alright, I m gonna lay the chorus first Here we go now My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That s why I am like I am cause I m like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That s why I m on what I m on cause I m my mom My mom, my mom I know you re probably tired of hearin bout my mom Oh ho, whoa, ho, but this is just a story of when I was just a shorty And how I became hooked on Valium Valium was in everythin , food that I ate The water that I drank, fuckin peas in my plate She sprinkled just enough of it to season my steak So everyday I have at least three stomach aches Now tell me what kind of mother would want to see her Son grow up to be an under-a-fuckin -chiever? My teacher didn t think I was gonna be nothin either "What the fuck you stickin gum up under the fuckin seat for?" "Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffin ether Either that or the motherfucker s been puffin reefer" But all this huffin and puffin wasn t what it was either It was neither, I was buzzin but it wasn t what she thought Pee in a tea cup? Bitch, you ain t my keeper, I m sleepin What the fuck you keep on fuckin with me for? Slut, you need to leave me the fuck alone, I ain t playin Go find you a white crayon and color a fuckin zebra My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That s why I am like I am cause I m like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That s why I m on what I m on cause I m my mom "Wait a minute, this ain t dinner, this is paint thinner" "You ate it yesterday, I ain t hear no complaints did I? Now here s a plate full of pain killers Now just wait till I crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes" "You little motherfucker, I ll make you sit there And make that retarded fuckin face without even tastin it You better lick the fuckin plate, you ain t wastin it Put your face in it before I throw you in the basement again" "And I ain t givin in, you re gonna just sit there in one fuckin place Spinnin again till next Thanksgivin And if you still ain t finished it, I use the same shit again Then when I make spinach dip, it will be placed in the shit" "You little shit, wanna sit there and play innocent A rack fell and hit me at K-Mart and they witnessed it Child support, your father, he ain t slipped us shit And so what if he did that, it s none of your dang business, kid" My mom, there s no one else quite like my mom I know that I should let bygones be bygones But she s the reason why I am high what I m high on Cause my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That s why I am like I am cause I m like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That s why I m on what I m on cause I m my mom My mom loved Valium Now all I am is a party animal I am what I am but I m strong to the finish Wit me Valium spinach But my buzz only last about two minutes But I don t wanna swallow it without chewin it I can t even write a rhyme without you in it My Valium, my Valium Man, I never thought that I could ever be a drug addict Nah, fuck that, I can t have it happen to me But that s actually what has ended up happenin , a tragedy Fuckin passin it up, catchin me And it s probably where I got acquainted with the taste, ain t it? Pharmaceuticals are the bomb, mom. Beautiful! She killed the fuckin dog with the medicine she done fed it Feed it a fuckin aspirin and say that it has a headache "Here, want a snack, you hungry, you fuckin brat? Look at that, it s a Xanax, take it and take a nap Eat it," "But I don t need it," "Well, fuck it then break it up Take a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up" "All right, Ma, you win, I don t feel like arguin I ll do it, pop and gobble it and start wobblin " Stumble, hobble, tumble, slip, drip then I fall in bed With a bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobblehead My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That s why I am like I am cause I m like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That s why I m on what I m on cause I m my mom My mom, I m just like her My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my momma Sorry Mom, I still love you though Dr. Dre, 2010, hey, this shit is hella hard, homie Yo, take us on outta here