[Chorus – ×2:]
Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strap
When I was bad, bad.
[Verse 1]
Picture me snotty nose sittin' on my aunt's lap,
The kid like 5 or 6, shit, I will curse back,
I got it from the older folks sittin' in the living room,
Everybody had cups, Stylistic song boom,
But then came Darryl Mack lightin' all the reefer up,
Baby caught a contact, I'm tryna tie my sneaker up,
I'm missin' all the loops, strings goin' in the wrong holes,
It feels like I'm wobblin', look at all these afros.
Soon as I thought I was good, the joke's on me,
I heard a voice, «Get in the room,» I get angry,
Stomp my feet, catch a tantrum,
Spit, scream, “Fuck that!”
Momma shake me real hard, then get the big gat,
That's called the belt help me as I yelled,
I'm in the room like, «Huh, huh, huh!» with mad welps,
Ragged out, bad belt, yes, her presence was felt,
Then get my black ass in the bed it's time crash out.
[Chorus – ×2:]
Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strap
When I was bad, bad.
[Verse 2:]
Despite the alcohol, I had a great old momma,
She famous for her slaps and to this day she's honored,
But when I was a lil' dude, her son was a lil' rude,
I picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in a nigga food,
Get beat, then I'd run and tell grandma, «Mama hit me for no reason,
She whipped me hard when I finished eatin'!”
And felt that belt stingin' after I wet that bed,
Hid my drawers and start cryin', when she felt that bed.
Caught another when I told her, “Those the fake pro-keds!”
In the corner weavin' and screamin' tryna block my head. Aaah!
Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treats,
Fresh pair of sneaks, punishments like, “Have a seat!”
Back then when friends and neighbors would bust that ass,
And bring you back to your momma, she got the switch in the stash,
That's back to back beatings,
Only went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin', yo!
[Chorus – ×2:]
Take me across her lap, she used to whip me with a strap
When I was bad, bad.