[Intro: Kon Artis]
Yeah, we straight from the census bureau
Haha, (Runyan Ave)
[?] [?] [?]
We lookin for your momma (D12)
Heh ha hah (Ah hah)
Where your momma at? (Miko)
Where your momma at? (Young Zee, ay Dame)
Where your momma at? ([?] [?] [?] ah ha hah)
I wanna fuck that bitch
Her stankin ass (Ay Em where your momma at?)
(Ohhhh-ohhhhh) Uh huh, yo
Heh heh
[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga
I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
See me and you are sorta like the same I guess
We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
You can't do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave's unruly
And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me?
Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity-pow, nigga be out
You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door
This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor
I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know
I keep it on the flo' under the seat - I ain't a ho!
Yeah, we straight from the census bureau
Haha, (Runyan Ave)
[?] [?] [?]
We lookin for your momma (D12)
Heh ha hah (Ah hah)
Where your momma at? (Miko)
Where your momma at? (Young Zee, ay Dame)
Where your momma at? ([?] [?] [?] ah ha hah)
I wanna fuck that bitch
Her stankin ass (Ay Em where your momma at?)
(Ohhhh-ohhhhh) Uh huh, yo
Heh heh
[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga
I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
See me and you are sorta like the same I guess
We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
You can't do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave's unruly
And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me?
Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity-pow, nigga be out
You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door
This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor
I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know
I keep it on the flo' under the seat - I ain't a ho!
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