Fore She Was Mama - The Hit Crew
Bout ten years old hide and seek
I found me in the closet
Ready or not I stumbled on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks letters black and whites
A hundred maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got 'em scattered on the floor (Yeah)
There was one of her flippin' the bird
Sittin' on a Harley
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charlie
Her hair her clothes her drinkin' smokin'
Had us boys confused
I'll never forget the day
Us nosey kids got introduced
To Mama fore she was Mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked m*******a
But I saw Mama fore she was Mama
We put that box right where it was
And never said a word
But growin' up got hard just tryin'
Not to picture her
In anything but aprons dresses
Mini-vans and church
Oh and Daddy would have
Whooped our butts
For diggin' up that dirt
On Mama 'fore she was Mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
She won't admit she smoked m*******a
But I saw Mama 'fore she was Mama
We laugh and hang it over her head
Right above her halo
Her face turns red when we bring up
That tie-dyed Winnebago
She runs and hides and still denies
That hip high rose tattoo
She burned that box of forget-me-nots
When she found out we knew
About Mama 'fore she was Mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked m*******a
But that was Mama 'fore she was Mama
And there's that one down in the Bahamas
But that was Mama 'fore she was Mama
Bout ten years old hide and seek
I found me in the closet
Ready or not I stumbled on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks letters black and whites
A hundred maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got 'em scattered on the floor (Yeah)
There was one of her flippin' the bird
Sittin' on a Harley
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charlie
Her hair her clothes her drinkin' smokin'
Had us boys confused
I'll never forget the day
Us nosey kids got introduced
To Mama fore she was Mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked m*******a
But I saw Mama fore she was Mama
We put that box right where it was
And never said a word
But growin' up got hard just tryin'
Not to picture her
In anything but aprons dresses
Mini-vans and church
Oh and Daddy would have
Whooped our butts
For diggin' up that dirt
On Mama 'fore she was Mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
She won't admit she smoked m*******a
But I saw Mama 'fore she was Mama
We laugh and hang it over her head
Right above her halo
Her face turns red when we bring up
That tie-dyed Winnebago
She runs and hides and still denies
That hip high rose tattoo
She burned that box of forget-me-nots
When she found out we knew
About Mama 'fore she was Mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked m*******a
But that was Mama 'fore she was Mama
And there's that one down in the Bahamas
But that was Mama 'fore she was Mama
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