Letras:
Mothers Finest

Lucille She don't walk like a cripple should Well she's Colombia's finest oh she's better than good Wednesday's DJ's came in side ways Yelling for the mother

songs so glad Always smiling, never sad, so fine. *As we walk down the country lanes, I'll be singing a song, Hear me calling your name. Hear the wind within the trees, Telling Mother

wrong so what should I do? The finest day that I ever had Was when I learned to cry on command I'm on a plain I can't complain My mother died

of High Romance it opened wide A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer and the judges watched us from the other side I told my mother "Mother

smile between us The way your cheeks spring up Sweet tongue Hung behind meek doves Thinking thirst through this drought aloud The singing clouds I speak of The mother to your mother

I know y'all don't see nothing but the projects nothing but grits But listen Make no mother fucking mistake man I still wiil shoot up my mother fucking

of your biz' Living this earth is, harder than red dirt is Plus society gon judge you, on what you worth is I'm trying to make sure, the finest food touches

snuggled up snug Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace Complete silence, what surround us Whats the finest

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 Yella