Momma's Boy Video (MV)

And baby you can be my Momma
And baby won't you meet my Momma
And Momma that's my baby
And we gonna have some babies

In due time
But right now the pleasures all mine
We don't gotta rush, baby
We can take our time, lady
Just wanna occupy the space in ya mind
And maybe intertwine with some honey wine
Forever you'll be mine's, baby
But tonight lets just take out time

And baby you can be my momma
And baby, won't you meet my Momma
And Momma, that's my baby
And we gonna have some babies...

Well come and meet my Momma
Let me take you to the MoMA
You can cry up on my shoulder
Well baby please just watch my holster
Well baby you can whip the Rover
Well baby can we be lovers
Well come and meet my Momma
I Promise, she gon luv ya

And baby you can be my momma
And baby, won't you meet my Momma
And Momma, that's my baby
And we gonna have some babies...

Lisa... Grand Love affairs
Squared rooted in your Nature
Our parts equal the sum of the Sun
Acute postures, compliment our angles
Subdued by closures composure
We escape to simple places
Overcoming complex faith

New York City lights
Beauty shines bright
Make ya body take flight
In the heat of the night
Cab hopping
Get it poppin'
In the back of the back seat
Holla at the moon
Ima wolf in the sheets
Wealth and the Peace
Ain't what it seems
But you can catch a N*gga
Steady stuntn' on an Eames
Lost in my dreams
Mello type fella
Banging heavy metal
While I'm cruising through the ghetto
Doña Mamacita Chelo
Cream cheese wit the bagel
Asian mamis dancing on the tables
Yea, I'm motherf*cking awesome
Ran through ya city like Broadway
Smoking dirty, ridin' in a pecan six
Pay that toll when you cross that bridge
Cause just like NYC
Girl my Love ain't free...
My Love ain't free

My deepest desire has tided my insecurities
I truly miss every breath of you...
I just wonder why I keep to my self