[Chorus:]  I, I came to put it down  Straight from New York to da A-Town  Haters wanna see me down  I ain't even put, put, put it down    And when I'm flippin' the script and they gon be like-Oh  And if I skip em' or chip em' they gon be like-No  Cause when I'm spittin' they sittin' cause they already-Know    This Real Music I Make It Hot    [Verse:]  It's Little Mama voice of the young people  Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed... Whoa!  I'm about dat fetty, about that dat dough, about dat flow  After me that's as far as it goes  Cause Little Mama got whips and chains  The only time you see it bark is at a tear for I'm a walk ya game  Been G'd up since Hawk was lain  So you doubt me you doubt ya brain  Must, must be insane to ever thinkin' that a chick like B could ever, ever see a chick like me  That's Crazy!  And if you ever thought that it might be  Then you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!  Been crazy since I was a baby!  Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy  Let the whole world know I gets crazy!  With da music I make it hot    [Chorus]    Hot, hot my lyrics be popping  Oh how I could just spit it so sloppy  The way that I be rocking they probably think I'm cocky  But they don't know about me I grab it til I lock it-Down  They pointin' fingaz and chose me cause I'm a hold it-Down  I'm spittin records and bet this you can't control it-Now  They spinning' records and notice that I'm a hold it-Down  With da music I make it pop    Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool,  Get in da booth and I'm a show you how a pro do  Me to you whom  Not even I could stand up when I  Why try look, my eyes don't lie  I don't see nobody close as I  I been lookin' through my periphial vision and I  Start to wonder hypnosed is I  Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I,    [Chorus]    It's Little Mama!  Voice of the Young People!    This Real Music I Make It Hot    It's Little Mama!