Clipse Momma I'm Sorry Lyrics

(Gather round...)
(Miami Vice...for my cocaine dreamers...you kno...Miami Vice)

(...Pusha spit this s___ for ya'll...here we go)

[Pusha T]
youngin' don't make my sales rise, i'll shoot you out your chuckers
pusha hear the whispers of all you m____fuckers
papa said they're free of thems suckas,
minus the wicked jumpers, street baller like the rucker
skip to my loo, if you lookin for a couple, roosters in the duffle
keep the hood screamin', c___-a-doddle-doo f___ers
c__e by the ton, rap n____s i'm the one
with basic rhyme pattern, how the f___ you tryin' to chatter
basic a__ rappers got'em runnin' for their life
i philosophize about glocks and KIs
n____s call me young black socrates, west-indies
b____ dropped her knees quick
(what) with dreams of being a rich-man's-b____
yo sorry for n____s pull triggers in their s___, clique
so many bullets changin'-my s___, call me lead fist
...shake the diamonds out my wrist

[Chorus]
Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious
i don't fear tubs and crocket
Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious
got two hot rocks in my pocket
Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious
big whole palm trees and watches
Momma I'm so sorry, i'm so obnoxious
my only accomplish, my conscience

(Gather around)

[Malice]
youngin' learn from me, let's not be at odds
with more like than not, two peas of a pod
same hustle 'cept now my hustles now flows
i once gave it away, at 30 grams an O
that accounts for all them days in the cold
feels like kissin' cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl
but it's a bigger picture, homes, trust i done seen it
from frankfurt to colon, oslo to sweeden
from italy's milan to the shores of napales
now i consider ferrari and Salvidor Dalis
i'm no longer local, my thoughts are global
that's why i seem distant, son expand your vision
even adorned by Norwegian women, blond hair and blue eyes
i'm gettin' back like a vengence
whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten
and they wonder in these rap if i'm kiddin'

[Chorus]

(...Miami Vice...)

[Pusha T]
sorry heavenly father, once again i hate to bother
it's P, the evil creeper, send some to the grim reaper
mean while, me and my misses, like soloman and sheeba
signs of the times, hurte emmillo gucci sneakers
uh ghetto literature, i d___ near died for bolivia
it don't take much to get ride of ya, if i sent for ya
better call the minister uckk
[Malice]
i'm sorry grandmamma, for mistakes i have made
when i aired family business, how you put me in my place
even my baby mamma, i can't look you in the face
cuz i can't do enough, you a symbol of god's grace
so i place you in the flower bed, porcelian shower head
throughout the house, and keep the youngin's mouth fed
so when i'm gone, i hope i gave structure to the youth
by the example that i led

[Chorus]

(...Miami Vice...)