Momma I'm So Sorry - Clipse

Gather round!

Miami Vice

All my cocaine dreamers

You know

Miami Vice

Pusha spit this shit for y’all

Here we go

Young’un, don’t make my sails rise (Ugh)

I shoot you out your Chukkas

Pusha hear the whispers of all you motherfuckers

Papa said, «Stay free of them suckers»

Minus the wicked jumper, street baller like the Rucker

Skip to my Lou if you lookin for a couple, roosters in the duffle

Keep the hood screaming, «Cock-a-doodle doo, fuckers»

Coke by the ton, rap niggas, I’m the one

With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryna chatter?

ASIC ass rappers, got 'em runnin' for they life

I philosophize about Glocks and keys

Niggas call me Young Black Socrates

West Indies bitch drop to knees quick (What?)

With dreams of being a rich man’s bitch

Feel sorry for niggas, pull triggers, and they shit click

So many bullets jammed in my shit, call me Lead Fist

Shake the diamonds out my wrists

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

I don’t fear Tubbs & Crockett

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

Got two hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

Big home, palm trees and watches

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

My only accomplice is my conscience, uh

Gather round!

Youngin', learn from me, let’s not be at odds

We’re more like than not, 2 peas of a pod

Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows

I once gave it away, at 30 grams a O

That accounts for all them days in the cold

Feels like kids and cake mix, can’t wait to lick the bowl

But it’s a bigger picture, homes, trust I done seen it

From Frankfurt to Cologne, Oslo to Sweden

From Italy’s Milan to the shores of Napoli

Now I consider Ferrari and Salvador Dalis

I’m no longer local, my thoughts are global

That’s why I seem distant, son, expand ya vision

Even adored by Norwegian woman

Blonde hair and blue eyes, I’m gettin' back with a vengeance

Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten

And they wonder in these raps if I’m kiddin', huh

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

I don’t fear Tubbs & Crockett

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

Got two hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

Big home, palm trees and watches

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

My only accomplice is my conscience, uh

«Miami Vice»

Sorry Heavenly Father, once again I hate to bother

It’s P, the evil creeper, send some to the Grim Reaper

Meanwhile, me and my missus like Solomon and Sheba

Sign of the times, her Emilio Pucci sneakers, uh

Ghetto literature, I’d damn near die for Bolivia

It don’t take much to get rid of ya

Once I send for ya, better call the minister, ugh!

I’m sorry, Grandmama, for mistakes I have made

When I aired family business, how you put me in my place

Even my baby mama, I can’t look you in the face

Cause I can’t do enough, you a symbol of God’s grace

So I place you in the flowerbed, porcelain shower heads

Throughout the house and keep the youngins' mouths fed

And when I’m gone, I hope it is said

I gave structure to the youth by the example I led, uh

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

I don’t fear Tubbs & Crockett

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

Got two hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

Big home, palm trees and watches

Mama I’m so sorry, I’m so obnoxious

My only accomplice is my conscience, uh

«Miami Vice»