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 Yeah!
 Yeah yeah yeah yeah  yeah...
 Okay! Alright!
 Yo, Yo.
 Yo! Yo!
  money comes first.
 Here  go now!
 
 My mom loved Valium  lots of drugs.
 That's why  am like I am --'cuz I'm like her.
 Because my  loved Valium and lots a' drugs.
 That's why  on what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom.
 
 "My mom,  mom" --I know you're probably
 tired of hearing the "my  oh-oh whoa-oh,
 but  is just a story of when I was just a shorty
  how I became hooked on Va-al-iu-um.
 Valium was in everything: food that I 
 the water  I drank, fucking peas in my plate.
 She sprinkled just enough of it just  season my steak
 so everyday  had at least three stomach aches.
 Now tell me what kind  mother would want to see her
 son be grow up to  an under-a-fuckin'-chiever?
 My teacher didn't think I was  be nothing, either:
 "What the fuck you  gum up under the fuckin' seat for?"
 "Mrs. Mathers, your son has been  ether.
  that or the motherfucker's been puffin reefer."
 But all of this huffin' and puffin' wasn't what  was, either.
 It  neither. I was buzzin', but it wasn't what she thought.
 Pee in a tea cup? Bitch, you ain't my  I'm sleepin';
  the fuck you keep on fuckin' with me for?
 Slut, you need to leave me the  alone; I ain't playin'.
 Go find you a white crayon and color a fuckin' 
 
 My mom loved  and lots of drugs.
 That's why I am like I am --'cuz I'm  her.
 Because my  loved Valium and lots a' drugs.
 That's why I'm  what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom.
 
 Wait a minute! This  dinner, this is paint thinner!
 "You ate it yesterday; I ain't  no complaints, did I?"
  here's a plate full of pain killers.
 Now just wait 'til I crush the Valium and put it  your potatoes.
 You little motherfucker, don't you sit there  make
 that retarded fuckin' face  even tastin' it!"
 "You'd better lick the fuckin', plate; you ain't wastin' 
 Put your face in it before I throw you in  basement again!
  I ain't givin' in. You're gonna' just sit there and want to fuckin' play spin again
 until next Thanksgiving, and if you still  finished it,
 I'll use the same shit again, and when I make spinach dip, it'll  placed in the shit!
 You little shit, wanna' sit  and play innocent?
  rat fell and hit me in K-Mart, and they witnessed it!
 Child support? Your father, he ain't sent  shit!
 So what if he did? It's none  your dang business, kid!"
 
 My mom, there's no one else quite like my 
 I know I should let  be bygones,
 but she's the  why I am high on what I'm high on.
 
 'Cuz my mom loved Valium and lots of 
 That's why I am  I am --'cuz I'm like her.
 Because my mom loved Valium and lots a' 
 That's why I'm on what I'm  --'cuz I'm my mom.
 
 My mom loved Valium.  what I am is a party animal.
 I am what I am, but I'm  to the finish wit' me Valium spinach.
 But my bars only last about two 
 But  don't want to swallow it without chewin' it.
 I can't  write a rhyme without you in it, my Valium, my Val-i-um. Oh!
 
 Man, I never thought that I could ever  a drug addict.
 --"nah, fuck that, I can't have it happen to me!" but that's 
 what has ended up happenin' in a tragedy fuckin' passin' it up back  me.
 And it's  where I got acquainted with the taste, ain't it?
 Pharmaceuticals are the bomb, Mom! 
 She killed the fuckin' dope with the medicine she  fed it.
 Feed it a fuckin' aspirin  say that it has a headache.
 "Here,  snack? You hungry, you fuckin' brat?
 Look at that! It's a Xanax! Take it and  a nap! Eat it!"
 But I don't  it!
 "Well  it, then break it up!
 Take a little piece  beat it before you wake Nathan up!"
  Ma, you win! I don't feel like arguin'!
 I'll do it --pop  gobble it, start wobblin',
  hobble, tumble, slip, trip, then I fall in bed
 with bottle of meds and a Heath Ledger bobble 
 
 My mom loved Valium and lots of 
 That's why  am like I am --'cuz I'm like her.
 Because my mom loved  and lots a' drugs.
  why I'm on what I'm on --'cuz I'm my mom.
 
  mom, I'm just like her!
 
 My mom, my  my mom (x3)
  mom, my mama
 [in an Eric Cartman voice:] My  I ain't takin' this no more.
 
 Heh, sorry mom! I sill love you, though! [kiss 
 
 Dr. Dre 2010!
 
 [in a  tone:] Man this shit is hella' hard, homie! Man, take us on outta' here...
 
 Oh!