Mama don't get dressed up for nothing Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing She said hey cowboy get off of that couch Yeah, the party's on and we're goin' out I got my low cut dress and my knee highboots I'm like money to burn and nothing to lose

We're coming home tonight So mama, don't stress your mind Mama, mama, mama, hey Hey, mama, don't stress your mind Hey, ma, we gonna be alright Dry those eyes We'll be back in the morning when the sun starts to rise Where should we run to? Don't wanna

Oh you Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane And it looks as though they're here to stay All the strangers came today Let me make it plain You gotta make way for the Homo Superior Wake up you sleepy head Put on some

Hold on to me 'Cause I'm a little unsteady A little unsteady If you love me, don't let go Mama, come here Approach, appear Daddy, I'm alone

Mama keep the pots and pans in the kitchen I be banging on the pans in the kitchen So mama don't be trying to hide the pans in the kitchen Stop and listen I'll rock it wicked, no competition on the shit You gotta get it, there's nothing hotter than it A

Cocaina, cocaina (Cocaina, cocaina) I don’t wanna serve my people You can call them birds, call them seagulls You can call the girl mamacita I do this shit for my familia Turn a half to a whole thing With cocaina you will make a name If you wanna make a

Go mama, go mama, go mama, go Go mama, go mama, go mama, go mama, go mama, go mama, go mama Pa pa pa papapalapala J’aime voir la sueur couler sur ta peau Don’t stop, vas-y vas-y donne leur chaud Go mama, go mama, go mama, go mama, go mama, go mama, go

In the ghetto On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The child needs a

Mama been laid off Papa been laid off Billy can't get a job Don't let them stay home and listen to the blues My brother's been laid off For more than two years now Ooh can't get a job Ooh they gotta listen to the blues Help them to strive

Mama's tryna save me But she don't know I'm tryna save her Man, them niggas tried to play me Man, 'til I got this paper You're nobody 'til somebody kills you You wanted to fuckin' walk around these roaches These niggas is roaches These niggas is mere