Big Momma's Theme

Destiny's Child

Composición de: Bryan-Michael Cox/Da Brat/Jermaine Dupri/Tamara Savage
[JD with Destiny's Child in backround] 
Yo New York in da house 
(DC: Do do do do...) 
Brooklyn in da house 
Uptown in da house 
Chi Town in da house 
Atlanta, Georgia are you in da house? 
West Coast in da house (Vita) 
Everybody in da house 
Baby, baby come on 
Baby come on 

[Vita] 
Yo, yo, yo who that be? 
V-I-T-A 
Big Momma lady murders away 
We play twenty-four hours a day 
Mind on money twenty-four hours a day 
It's hard to say or tell when there's love in the air 
So I continue to be Miss Dawg of the year 
And take care of my peeps when the street is hot 
You need a place to stay, just pull out the cot 
And I swerve in the two-door car without no shotgun 
Driver took 'em lukewarm to hot like lava 
I'm not one that's forgotten 
There's a lot of haters that be hating for nothing 
With their hand out waiting for something 
Chick like me I waits for nothing 
Put in work 'til the cake come in 
So breathe easy whenever you need me 
Just yell, V-I-T-A know it well 

Chorus: [Destiny's Child] 
This is Big Momma's house 
We ain't gonna take no popping off at the mouth 
This is Big Momma's house 
Those that get a chance to dance they get turned out 
This is Big Momma's house 
One night spent here have you climbing up the wall 
This is Big Momma's house 
We ain't gonna take no mess at all, no no 

[Da Brat] 
You know how Da Brat-tat get 
The dough stack (what?) 
Ready for combat get your head cracked (what?) 
Could cook a steak up and dice that paper 
Chop it up like onions to add that flavor (o-oh!) 
I'm fresh, even your mami wish I was her seed 
I rip a hole in the track as it bleed 
I breeve on 'em and make 'em feel the heat 
Obviously it's evident I can't be beat, what? 
I strut in dem thirty-eight jeans or the fitted ones 
Either way you still wanna split something 
Could it be the curves in the waist? 
Or could it be the Suburban I push when I swerve through the place 
Got the nerve to not be able to be replaced 
Haters can't tap in 'cause I can't be traced 
This my house, don't speak until spoken to 
Disrespect me and I'm choking you, what? 

CHORUS 

[JD & Destiny's Child] 
(Do, do, do, do...) 
Put your hands up 
(Do, do, do, do...) 
Put your hands up 
(Do, do, do, do...) 
Put your hands up 
(Do, do, do, do...) 

CHORUS (2X)
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