Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
OK, aight... aight, aight, aight, aight...
Yo, yo
Aight, 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 valiuum
Valium was in everything, food that I ate
The water that I drank, fucking 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 kinda mother would wanna see her
Son grow up to be an under-a-fucking-chiever
My teacher didn't think I was gonna be nothing either
What the fuck you sticking gum up under the fucking seat for?
Mrs. Mathers your son has been huffing ether
Either that or the motherfuckers been puffing reefer
But all this huffing and puffing wasn't what it was either
It was neither, I was buzzing but it wasn't what she thought
Pee in a tea cup? 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 playing
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 pain killers, now just wait till I
Crush the Valium and put it in your potatoes ya'
Little motherfucker I'll make ya sit there and make that re-
Tarded 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 giving in, your gonna just sit there in one fucking place
Finnicking till 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 it 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 on 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 my Valium spinach
But my buzz only lasts about two minutes
But I don't want to swallow it without chewing it
I can't even write a rhyme without doing it
My Valium (my Valium)
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 that's probably where I got acquainted with the taste ain't it
Pharmaceuticals are the bomb ma beautiful
She killed the fucking dog with the medicine she done fed it
Feed it a fucking aspirin and say that it has a headache
"Here want a snack. You hungry you fucking 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 arguing
I'll do it, pop it gobble it and start wobbling
Stumble hobble tumble slip trip then I fall in bed
With a bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobble head
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 mama!
Me mama...
Sorry, mom
I still love you, though
Dr. Dre, 2010
Hey, this shit is hella-hole, homie
Yo, take us on outta here
Whoo!
