Låttexter:
Smash Mouth Mother

You better love your mother She's the only one you've got Yes you better love your mother It's now or not You better cup your hands with gratitude

You better love your mother She's the only one you've got Yes you better love your mother It's now or not You better cup your hands with gratitude

Chorus You see .. in my 87 jeans That's nothing Got the mother fucker on six That's nothing .. mother fuckers don't like it do something The only way

shit Now let me warm it up I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup To get smooth in the mood that I'm in So lets start riding till this mother

a '98 kid's voice on smooth like Lenny Green Word to my mother I air y'all niggas out Bigger chromers for the one who got the bigger mouth (Shout, shout

fuck with my team, Uh! [Chorus: Trife Da God] Aiyyo we the live niggaz holdin heat on the street corners Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers to

the back of your throat Always approach niggaz that's known for killin' your folks Be surprised who could turn around an' bust on y'all Catch your mother

plate warmers Let you inhale the glock smell while I'm rippin' your wallet off And slippin' a Molotov in your Cocktail (Take that) Burnin' your contracts, punch your A and R in the face Smash

All the bricks caved in smashed the mouths of the weak All the bricks caved in to crush what we tend to seek I've found my last temptation turns into