Testi:
Mother Hips Smoke

you and I Must be high But the dressing room's too hot So we hit the parking lot Where we smoke Smoke please lead us up to heaven We got smoke Smoke

(feat. Dove (De La Soul), Dres, Phife, Fashion (Beatnuts)) [Dres] Yo! One for your mother, two for your pops Three's for the niggas that's trying to

mother fucker that you hearing That nigga hd dogg, he aint no mother fucking joke Now what would happen if you fuck with him You get's rolled up like a joint and smoke

hollow tips my tek rips then flips my stack, a fuckin rap After the blood spoke I smoke another After I step up your pops I fuck your mother Yeah, I'll

this, drink think, do this, smoke this fuck you while we're somebody else but at least i won't be out alone i'm with my uncle and his mother and the

next day Brothers be beefin', cops be thievin' Brothers be scheming, it should be teaming Jokers be smoking and staying broken There's going to be teasing and money squishing Look at me creeping, baby mothers

Alright y'all I want y'all to put your hands together And to bring on a brother That's bound to lay more dips in your hips More gliiiiide in your stride

He's a man with the 4-way hips He's a man with the 4-way hips He's a man with the 4-way hips He's a man with the 4-way hips Street level, down in the

, drink think, do this, smoke this fuck you while we're somebody else but at least i won't be out alone i'm with my uncle and his mother and the rest