Why Momma Gotta Be So Mean? Lyrics

When I get home she gonna tan my country hide

For kissin' little Julie on her better side

I did not mean to bark

But I did not mean to bite

Looks like the queen of queens is out tonight

Why momma gotta be so mean?

Why momma gotta be so mean?

A sift full of rice and a brattle of beans

Why momma gotta be so mean?

She can read my face so I gotta watch my mind

Before it's slippin' downtown to tease and crown a different kind

I do not want to leave

But I do not want to lie

Makes a noble man want to bend his brain and cry

Why momma gotta be so mean?

Why momma gotta be so mean?

A sift full of rice and a brattle of beans

Why momma gotta be so mean?

I can hardly take it when she's straddling my eyes

But it's even worse to visualize some other guys

Peeking on those legs

And ogling them thighs

On my hippy flippy dippy yappy scrappy doo surprise

Why momma gotta be so mean?

Why momma gotta be so mean?

A sift full of rice and a brattle of beans

Why momma gotta be so mean?

Now I'm back to square one circling my pride

In a notebook full of photo scraps of her and I

Grooving front-to-front

In that mystical outside

Makes and inmate want to drop his shank and jive!

Why momma gotta be so mean?

Why momma gotta be so mean?

A sift full of rice and a brattle of beans

Why momma gotta be so mean?