(from "Divine Secrets Of The Yaya Sisterhood" soundtrack)
You don't have to have a hanker
To be a broker or a banker;
No, sirree, just live to be
My mother's son-in-law!
Needn't even think of tryin',
To be a mighty social lion
Sippin' tea, if you will be,
My mother's son-in-law!
Ain't got the least desire
To set the world on fire;
Just wish you'd make it proper,
To call my old man papa!
You don't have to sing like Bledsoe,
You can tell the world I said so,
Can't you see you got to be,
My mother's son-in-law!
You don't have to sing like Bledsoe,
You can tell the world I said so,
Can't you see you've got to be,
My mama's son-in-law!
| 1 | I Try |
| 2 | Still |
| 3 | Why Didn't You Call Me? |
| 4 | Why Didn't You Call Me |
| 5 | Finally Made Me Happy |
| 6 | Hands |
| 7 | What I Gotta Do |
| 8 | Creep |
| 9 | Smoke 2 Joints |
| 10 | Lately |