I never liked you niggas
Who knew one day I'd be just like you niggas
Uh uh uh alright you niggas
 Uh uh uh alright you niggas
When I [bad word] my mama's boyfriends?

He walked in our lives I was only five
Superman pajamas I was super duper fly
Sittin there like, "Why?"
He at least Hooper-Size
You know I [bad word]  like, "Who this newer guy?"
I'm my mama boyfriend
 I'm her little husband
I was the man of the house when it wasn't
Tryna get to know me, homie?
 Just kill the charm
You ain't interested in me
 You just tryning to [bad word] my mom

We all the voices of our parents' bad choices
 The aftermath of divorces
 The kids of bitter split-ups
And babysitters and grandparents don't know what do to with us
And the last thing I want to see is mama's new [bad word] You old Old Spice wearing
Short chain wearing
Dress shoes and jogging pants wearing
Church sock wearing
When you first stop caring about your appearance?
When you get here anyway?
I already got parents
Don't try to put me in line
 I already got crayons
My mama said I could do it
 I already got clearance
Keep your hands off my mama
How Anita got Clarence
Y'all I know she look good
But you need to stop staring
 I drew a picture of her that'd make her proud
But the door was locked and the TV up so loud
I screamed out, "I ain't going to sleep no time soon!
 And when I do, I'm sleeping in my mama's room!"

I don't like you [bad word] If I was old enough I'd fight you [bad word] I want [bad word] over you with my bike, you [bad word] Don't go to sleep at night, you niggaa
When I [bad word] my mama's boyfriends?

Twenty years later where has the time gone
 Now you see I'm dating, having problems of my own
 Now that I'm grown the tables turned around
 I never thought I'd ever raise another [bad word] s child
 He don't like his mama's boyfriend
 Just like me don't wanna do the wrong thing
That's very un-Spike Lee
But he be like Bo round his mama, there
When she here, he be quiet
 When she leave, he be talking again
 He be wilding out
 Be calm
I don't drink the drama
Or sip the Dom-Tyler-Perry-on
"You gonna marry my mom?"
Look, I don't read palms
And I don't read Psalms
But I did take little man to church
Took little man to school
Look, little man, kids don't make [bad word]  Even though I ain't raised you
 You your mama's angel
Don't get it twisted, baby boy, I'll Ving Rhames you

When I [bad word] my mama's boyfriends?