Mama Gave Birth to the Soul Children

Possy, Dovey! (Yes mama?) Time to get up!

Hello, I'm Queen Latifah, how ya doing?

I hope that you're with this, I hope that you're willing

I want to introduce you to a cut called

"Mama Gave Birth to the Soul Children"

Well here comes the goy (Goy?)

The truth to the goy

You know the one, that ate up like boy

Stepping with a step, keeping with a kept

Making an appearance with a notty-head set

Lunatics you lose cause the Plug 2's singing

Peace to the negative, nah, you make the weigh-in

Weigh-in, weigh-in, way out of order

If you know you're better, you'd better that you caught a

Waving mine a peace sign higher than a kite

If you're feeling sick, it's alright it's fever night

Don't do "Do see do" and dig in no potholes

Cause if you do we calling in March Patrol

It's no different from the verbal last heard

Cayumbo is the ruler that's bond to the word

He's moving more than three feet, jocking with the knee deep

Dove is going to leave you with a tweet tweet tweet

Next on the menu, we continue with the pasta

Dipped in chocolate, served with lotsa

Twizzlers and honey, yum yum yummy

Lyrics I'm flaunting is good for the tummy

Tiptoing in I proceed to the floors

Selling much records like a pimp mover

Excuse me mommy, Pos wins

Cause I'm the A to the Plug W-O-N

Brother freak it live for this tribe

Now let's ride down the highway of vibes

Pushing that we start cause the soul says please

Cutting back with the raps and we don't get cheese

Ducks and we sit need to get [?]

Cause preacher is the key to the casualty

Polaroid flicks are back and you know

That the soul is moving on up like the Jeffersons

Go mommy! I'm back, a black queen upon the scene

With a knack for funky tracks, know what I mean?

Prince Paul produces this and it's a fly one

It has a beat that weigh, he's one of my sons

It's a family affair and then we're out of here

There is no doubt here, cause this is our year

So flex to a Queen Latifah/De La Soul sound

(Go ahead mama get down)

It's inevitable that this joint venture would be incredible

We never put ourselves on any pedistal

But the rhyme is so good it's practically edible (Say what?)

So check the sounds of Mama Zulu

As I relay the story untold

And if you're wondering why I got kids so big

They weren't born from the body, they were born from the soul