Video outkast ms jackson lyrics

Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby’s mamas, mamasMamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamasYeah, go like this

I’m sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for realNever meant to make your daughter cryI apologize a trillion timesI’m sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for realNever meant to make your daughter cryI apologize a trillion times

My baby’s drama mama, don’t like meShe be doing things like having them boys come from her neighborhoodTo the studio trying to fight meShe need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite outThat’s my house, I’ll disconnect the cable and turn the lights outAnd let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheckPrivate school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay thatI love your mom and everything, but see I ain’t the one who laid downShe wanna rib you up to start a custody warMy lawyers stay down

Shit you never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was dividedShe had fish fries and cookouts for my child’s birthday I ain’t invitedDespite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall throughAll you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

I’m sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for realNever meant to make your daughter cryI apologize a trillion timesI’m sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for realNever meant to make your daughter cryI apologize a trillion times

Me and your daughter, got a special thing going onYou say it’s puppy loveWe say it’s full grownHope that we feel this, feel this way foreverYou can plan a pretty picnicBut you can’t predict the weather, Ms. JacksonTen times out of nine, now if I’m lyin; fineThe quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I’ll declineKing meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dreamBout that crib with the Goodyear swingOn the oak tree, I hope we feel like this foreverForever, forever, ever, forever, ever?Forever never seems that long until you’re grownAnd notice that the day by day ruler can’t be too wrongMs. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I couldBecome a magician to abacadabra all the sadderThoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of heAsking what happened to the feeling that her and meHad, I pray so much about it need some knee, padsIt happened for a reason one can’t be, madSo know this, know that everything’s coolAnd yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation

I’m sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for realNever meant to make your daughter cryI apologize a trillion timesI’m sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for realNever meant to make your daughter cryI apologize a trillion times

Uh, uh, yeahLook at the way he treats meShit, look at the way you treat meYou see your little nosy-ass home girlsDone got your ass sent up the creek GWithout a paddle, you left to straddleAnd ride this thing on outNow you and your girl ain’t speaking no moreCause my dick all in her mouthKnow what I’m talking about? Jealousy, infidelity, envyCheating to beating, envy and to the G they be the same thingSo who you placing the blame on, you keep on singing the same songLet bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell onYou and your mama

I’m sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for realNever meant to make your daughter cryI apologize a trillion timesI’m sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for realNever meant to make your daughter cryI apologize a trillion timesI’m sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for realNever meant to make your daughter cryI apologize a trillion timesI’m sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for realNever meant to make your daughter cryI apologize a trillion times

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