Woorden:
Mothers Finest

Got a girl, her name's Francine Finest thing you ever seen And I love her, she's all that I want And I need her, she's all that I need Well, Francine

hit my notch ass Kush smell like diamonds, nigga take some himonds Then got a hood, now that bitch call me finest Mizays made as mess shit that my mother

't watch the clock Lay back, baby doll and I'll rock the cock Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty I'm the man, I take you out to the finest

to 5 mother***, get live mother*** As we proceed to give you what you need East coast mother***, Bad Boy mother*** Get high mother***, get high mother*** Smoke *** mother***, get high mother

TV screen, don't have to tell me what a heartbeat means. [Chorus] There's only one other who can love this girl like me The mother of the finest little

it like this You can take the boy outta slum, can't take slum outta son I should be lynched, I'm so high strung At 15 my mother tried to have me aborted

short on food and money See people used to joke a lot And tease her 'bout her clothes not bein' in style Dressed in dingy skirts and dirty sneakers From the finest

ain't shit They call us hoes and sluts and piegons Yet your out here trickin' and lickin' on the love And still livin' wit you mother and beatin' yo

trap everyday Still man I know y'all don't see nothing but the projects nothing but grits But listen, make no mother fucking mistake man I still will shoot up my mother