If it calms us down then it's good If it amps us up then it should Now we give it to you Now we try it on you (Join in our puppet play, draw it mild
Translation: Mother Hips. Given For You.
in my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more
strawberry on your hips And you've got some phantasmical images And you've got, you've got your rich hips Cos, you're all looking for adventure And you
called "For Women" right Originally, it was by Nina Simone She said it was inspired by, you know Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother
get you all together would be to die So you could ask what's the point of makin friends You just end up forsakin them Well god's given me life, so I'
. Because when I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you, Give it back give it back give it back give it back give it back naked ass(?) [Krizz
(Hi, may I take your order?) Dwamn! Hey, that's all I'ma say right now I'm at a loss for words, girl, you, girl, gon' take that bow You lookin... boy
deal, your credit's off, how you feel? Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four track Your mother's callin', for WIC checks, she soundin
aside Still I bust because I'm loving' your warm embrace With you my passion, Nina squeeze off seventeen, for sure Hold you ever so tightly, I love you Nina and never wanna let you
yeah When you do, what you do How do you know, what you know Aw, shame on you I need you, oh oh Mm, mm, mm Yeah, now you know I was you're bread and
yall fight everynigh you cant sasy that he love you He dont let you out the house you cant say that he trust you Baby black is beatiful love you a queen you
girl, you know you put it on me Shakin your ass in the quarter for me It's like de-ja-vu the way I met you You told me you and your nephew Blow Makaveli
love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams You make me wanna scream, "Ooo, ooo, ooo!" I like what ya do when you do what ya do You make me wanna
give you the answer Girl you got that good good I already know Tell it by your size I know you a dancer Rein-derierre, I'ma call you Prancer Booty paparazzi, pose for
lips but you know, I'm lovin' you In the club shakin' hips everyday I'm cussin' you Bitch, I'm never trustin' you, that's because I'm smart, hoe Other niggas give
brother, ain't a brother, word to the mother Or praises to the father, you wanna try to see this Don't even bother Grand Puba, for those who came late You
