"Bad Mamma Jamma" lyrics
(feat. Brodnax)
[Upchurch:]
Ain't no bad mamma jamma's jammin' on the front porch no more
Ain't no soul in a record bein' owned by a CEO
But we some bad mamma jamma's
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more
Yeah, we some bad mamma jamma's
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more
[Brodnax:]
I come from the bayou, that bottom that muddy
D-d-d-doggone no damn dirty south
Crack the trunk, hit a bass in the bay
Talkers say please and thank you
Wipe your feet before you come up in the house
Smell the vibe, bitch, we all slide
Thank the Lord we still alive
Representin' for that underground
And we ain't lookin' for no trouble baby
Beat around the Bubba's hater
Say the word and we can burn this bitch down
Just some bad mamma jamma's
Goin' live from the country side
[Upchurch:]
Ain't no bad mamma jamma's jammin' on the front porch no more
Ain't no soul in a record bein' owned by a CEO
But we some bad mamma jamma's
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more
Yeah, we some bad mamma jamma's (Mamma jamma's)
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more (Ain't made no more)
But I'm a b-b-bad ma-ma-mamma, mamma jamma
Ain't comin' or thumpin' through any of them ra-radio antennas
We p-picked up where the legends one hundred year ago left us
Now we in Nashville raisin' up a whole b-b-bunch of heaven
Rifle painted with feathers 'cause this one ain't for no pheasant
But my property line holdin' my friends and all of my family
And the shit I purchased with that country music money baby
Golds and platinum records hangin' in my leanto player
Ain't no bad mamma jamma's jammin' on the front porch no more
Ain't no soul in a record bein' owned by a CEO
But we some bad mamma jamma's
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more
Yeah, we some bad mamma jamma's
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more (When mamma jamma's ain't made no more)
Ain't no bad mamma jamma's jammin' on the front porch no more
Ain't no soul in a record bein' owned by a CEO
But we some bad mamma jamma's
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more
Yeah, we some bad mamma jamma's
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more
[Brodnax:]
I come from the bayou, that bottom that muddy
D-d-d-doggone no damn dirty south
Crack the trunk, hit a bass in the bay
Talkers say please and thank you
Wipe your feet before you come up in the house
Smell the vibe, bitch, we all slide
Thank the Lord we still alive
Representin' for that underground
And we ain't lookin' for no trouble baby
Beat around the Bubba's hater
Say the word and we can burn this bitch down
Just some bad mamma jamma's
Goin' live from the country side
[Upchurch:]
Ain't no bad mamma jamma's jammin' on the front porch no more
Ain't no soul in a record bein' owned by a CEO
But we some bad mamma jamma's
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more
Yeah, we some bad mamma jamma's (Mamma jamma's)
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more (Ain't made no more)
But I'm a b-b-bad ma-ma-mamma, mamma jamma
Ain't comin' or thumpin' through any of them ra-radio antennas
We p-picked up where the legends one hundred year ago left us
Now we in Nashville raisin' up a whole b-b-bunch of heaven
Rifle painted with feathers 'cause this one ain't for no pheasant
But my property line holdin' my friends and all of my family
And the shit I purchased with that country music money baby
Golds and platinum records hangin' in my leanto player
Ain't no bad mamma jamma's jammin' on the front porch no more
Ain't no soul in a record bein' owned by a CEO
But we some bad mamma jamma's
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more
Yeah, we some bad mamma jamma's
When mamma jamma's ain't made no more (When mamma jamma's ain't made no more)
