Alright, I´mma lay the chorus first Here we go now
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That´s why I am like I am ´cause I´m like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That´s why I´m on what I´m on ´cause I´m my mom
My mom, my mom I know you´re probably tired of hearing ´bout my mom Oh-ho, whoa-ho But this is just a story of when I was just a shorty And how I became hooked on Va-aliu-um Valium was in everything, food that I ate The water that I drank, fuckin´ peas on my plate She sprinkled just enough of it to season my steak
So every day, I´d have at least three stomach aches Now, tell me, what kind of mother would want to see her Son grow up to be an under-a-fuckin´-chiever? My teacher didn´t think I was gonna be nothin´ either "What the fuck you stickin´ gum up under the fucking seat for?" "Mrs. Mathers, your son has been huffing ether Either that or the motherfucker´s been puffin´ reefer" But all this huffin´ and puffin´ wasn´t what it was either It was neither, I was buzzing but it wasn´t what she thought Pee in a teacup? Bitch, you ain´t my keeper, I´m sleeping
What the fuck you keep on fucking with me for? Slut, you need to leave me the fuck alone, I ain´t playin´ Go find you a white crayon and color a fucking zebra
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That´s why I am like I am ´cause I´m like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That´s why I´m on what I´m on ´cause I´m my mom
Wait a minute, this ain´t dinner, this is paint thinner "You ate it yesterday, I ain´t hear no complaints, did I? Now here´s a plate full of painkillers Now just wait ´til I crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes
You little motherfucker, I´ll make you sit there and make That retarded fucking face without even tasting it You better lick the fucking plate, you ain´t wasting it Put your face in it ´fore I throw you in the basement again And I ain´t givin´ in, you´re gonna just sit there In one fucking place, finnickin´ ´til next Thanksgiving And if you still ain´t finished it, I´ll use the same shit again Then when I make spinach dip, it´ll be placed in the shit You little shit, wanna sit there and play innocent?
A rack fell and hit me in K-Mart and they witnessed it Child support, your father, he ain´t sent the shit And so what if he did? It´s none of your dang business, kid"
My mom There´s no one else quite like my mom I know I should let bygones be bygones But she´s the reason why I am high what I´m high on
´Cause my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That´s why I am like I am ´cause I´m like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That´s why I´m on what I´m on ´cause I´m my mom
My mom loved Valium, now all I am Is a party animal, I am what I am But I´m strong to the finish with me Valium spinach But my buzz only lasts about two minutes But I don´t wanna swallow it without chewin´ it I can´t even write a rhyme without you in it My Valium, my Vaaaaaa-liummmm, ohh
Man, I never thought that I could ever be A drug addict, naw, fuck that, I can´t have it happen to me But that´s actually What has ended up happening, a tragedy The fucking past ended up catching me And it´s probably where I got acquainted with the taste, ain´t it? Pharmaceuticals are the bomb, Mom, beautiful
She killed the fuckin´ dog with the medicine she done fed it Feed it a fuckin´ aspirin and say that it has a headache "Here, want a snack? You hungry, you fuckin´ brat? Look at that, it´s a Xanax, take it and take a nap, eat it" But I don´t need it "Well fuck it then, break it up Take a little piece and beat it before you wake Nathan up" Alright Ma, you win, I don´t feel like arguin´ I´ll do it, pop and gobble it and start wobblin´ Stumble, hobble, tumble, slip, trip then I fall in bed With a bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobblehead
My mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That´s why I am like I am ´cause I´m like her Because my mom loved Valium and lots of drugs That´s why I´m on what I´m on ´cause I´m my mom
My mom, I´m just like her My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my mom, my mom My mom, my momma Me momma, I like-a da momma Haha, sorry Mom I still love you though Dr. Dre, 2010 Ay, this shit is hella hard, homie Yo, take us on outta here Woo!