Discipline - Papoose

Mama used to take me across her lap

She used to whip me with a strap

When I was bad

I didn’t know at the time

Being bad could lead to crime

But now I’m glad

You not allowed to fist fight with your brother

Never put your hands on your sister

You better love her

To put your hands on any woman

Makes you a sucker

Wash your hands before you sit down for supper

You see a old lady with bags

You better help her

Get yo' ass whipped if you disrespect your elders

Runnin' in and out of the house?

Okay, then

Next time you run in this house

You better stay in

Children are not allowed to say the word liar

That’s a curse, you get burnt, you play with fire

Better say your grace before you bite into that food

Take your hat off in the house, I hated that rule

Somebody in the streets hits you, you better hit 'em back

If they bigger than you, pick up somethin' and give 'em that

Bullying was unacceptable, wasn’t this offer

If you don’t kick his ass, your mama gonna kick yours

Mama used to take me across her lap

She used to whip me with a strap

When I was bad

I didn’t know at the time

Being bad could lead to crime

But now I’m glad

Back in the days, even the fans was loyal

Stuck with our team till they made it

Now y’all switch teams every time LeBron get traded

Appreciate the tough love, 'cause it advanced us

Without that, we prolly wouldn’t been Black Panthers

Perhaps our sisters would’ve been lap dancers

And when they put us to the test, we won’t have answers

Before you walk in, wipe your feet on the welcome mat

Disrespect this house, you not welcome back

You failed this time, next time do it better

Snitching wasn’t a go, you couldn’t be a tattle teller

You said thank you, you’re welcome, excuse me

Apologized if you handled things rudely

When grown folks is talkin', don’t say a thing

'Cause it takes a whole village, just to raise a king

I can’t believe y’all impressed by these weirdos

Attention seekers, dressed in expensive sneakers and weird clothes

Mama used to take me across her lap

She used to whip me with a strap

When I was bad

I didn’t know at the time

Being bad could lead to crime

But now I’m glad

Mama used to take me across her lap

She used to whip me with a strap

When I was bad

I didn’t know at the time

Being bad could lead to crime

But now I’m glad