I'm Happy but Yo' Mama Ain't

Workin’ on my lyrics to catch my dream tour My verbal broom’s gonna leave a clean floor The immortal on his way to make what you’ve seen sore While avoiding three Buds and about fifteen Coors Paint a green door and make the door seen Count to fourteen and wipe with chlorine Take three hits of valium and morphine Talk about whatever make it clever I figure I can rap about gats, AK-47’s Nine millies, bazookas, Tens and Mack Elevens But then I can’t tell you ‘bout what made my hat new Or the ten cans of paint that made my flat blue And concerts, I’m catching late flights Stopping hate riots, and keeping late nights (ha ha) Now face right, walk, bend down, take a breather Turn around, run, jump in my two-seater Ha! Get out of the way of the side mirror scanner Keep hands and feet inside, mind your manners Watch out now, we gon’ be doin’ one-forty Down the freeway, cuttin’ off trucks, scarin’ shorties Wearin’ sporty threads, in Fords and Benz The roar defends and it leaves you short of friends So watch out before they say you’re loose in bed Pay attention, you better get with Zeus instead Hook: Cuz I’m happy but your Mama ain’t One look at me the chick is gonna faint I’m happy but yo’ Mama ain’t I’m happy but yo’ Mama ain’t 2x Better stay tuned for rule number one Don’t make fun of the guy with the gun Cuz he ain’t about fun and he’ll go nuts You missing for a week’ll cause a big fuss No ifs, ands, or buts, this always rings true You can’t figure out which girl to sing to So keep a log book, don’t move the wrong rook Checkmate by Scooby-Doo makes a dog hook But when the smog’s shook you’ll have your clean air Little jog? Look! That guy has no hair! Cuz I’m a man-myth-legend type pal Got a Sprite can with seventy five cals Drink and my thirst is gone but don’t blink Sugar hyper Zeus’ll turn your skin pink My verses make other cats think “Why he stay afloat when everybody else sinks?” Cuz I have tight flows and even the mic knows My rhymes got more energy than a light show Don’t try to insult my dissipate sound Open your ears, and you’ll get hit with the breakdown: (Various voices whispering “Zeus Dawg,” overlapped by various voices whispering the hook) Hook 2x Dome brights, long fights and flashlights Foghorns, creamed corn, and dog bites Trust in you and, reinstate, set your fame Farfignewton, commensurate, picture frame Not the same, little house with eight trees Bringing back, rentals with late fees Owing debts, they’ll make your knees pop While you’re screaming out to please stop And houseworkers, they make the mop squirt Like I said, clean floors and not dirt With beach girls taking their shirts down Lewd conduct, makes Ernie and Bert frown But the King, he was a hound dog While Teddie whispered and owned a sound log The people who wanted peace wrote a lock truce The same people that named this Dawg Zeus HookMy silly song... every rapper should have one Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 12:03 AM PST   20 • 0 • 14