South 2nd

Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight We don't need no baseball bats We don't need no silver ghats But we're gonna fight tonight Put up your dukes and fight Big brother's just standing on the side Watching you flex your pride But you know if they all jump in Big brother's got your skin The ice cream truck it sings no more All the kids from school are keeping score You swing and you duck and you hit the floor But you gotta get up at least once more Mama comes screaming down the stairs Everybody looks but nobody scares Mama can't believe that nobody care It's her baby boy how do they dare Mama says bitch come over here If you're so tough you'll have no fear But why's you bring your friends And the whole damn school To watch my baby boy go down like a fool But brother says mama they're the same damn size Got to let him grow up and get street wise But mama says baby go get that bat And come back down and beat some ass Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight One wrong move and it'll be too late Mama won't be making no birthday cake It all went down one afternoon In Brooklyn