Lyrics:
Hit her car
Smash it up
Pull her out
Beat her up
Take her money
Run her down
Drive her face out of town
Drunk drivers against mad mothers
Smash it up
Pull her out
Beat her up
Take her money
Run her down
Drive her face out of town
Drunk drivers against mad mothers
drive drunk, no
Don't drive drunk
Mothers Against Drunk Drivers are mad
Teenager at a live party
Says, "give me one for the road"
But he's already
Mothers against drunk drivers, the Pope is against the pill
The unions against the workers working against their will
The Presidents against
Mothers against drunk drivers, the Pope is against the pill
The unions against the workers working against their will
The Presidents against
Mothers against drunk drivers
The Pope is against the pill
The union's against the workers
Working against their will
The president's against
because she got me really drunk
And she made me kiss her elephant trunk.
You know why? That's right
Your mother got a penis.
Your mother's got a penis
a lonely man, only mad
Until I got a million dollars
Shit, now if I only had some fucking hair
I'd pull it, faster than a bullet out of Tupac's chest
called Brian
This man called Brian
Three camels are silhouetted against the bright stars of the
moonless sky, moving slowly along the horizon. A star
might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! Blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me
(Ugh)
(Yeah, look)
(Check it)
Jump in this mother fucker
And if you drinking, get drunk in this mother fucker
And if you smoking take a puff in this
might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! Blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me
and Mother Earth calls
Man I'm going, to infinity beyond the stars
A dedication to the fallen and who behind bars
People say that when you get drunk the truth
I still remember the feeling of jacobs fist against hit My head In 7th grade and got no interest in repayin
Told my mothers boyfriend he had
yeah, it's time to get off the throne, play boss
I'm full of time, I nod, I ride on they dome
Battle, battle, run home, home run, they gone
Ten against
[BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame throwin' their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin' acid soup
Spectacular, vernacular,
mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love
[Verse 1]
Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers
And the pain come nigga with a bang, I'ma killer, better
I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Flame throwin their troops, they can't recoup from drinkin acid soup
Spectacular,
a son redundant and drunk
Benaz tried stopping from shoving
Her mum around
So now he beats her like it makes him proud
The fat lips meant she had to quit
chasin' clout (come on)
Shit corny, even Fat Joe had to call him out
You mad she fuckin' Nelly nigga that's what it's all about (haha)
Stacy Dash dumb
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
bear this hell on earth
I’m telling you fuck, fuck, take drugs, be drunk
i know what is my role
It’s living "fast" straight on against the tide
Please
blazin'
The Rover be Etchel White
Shorty leaned over but I'm mad cause she got an over-bite
I got your baby's mother
Movin' motherloads of Coke
For
leaned over, but I'm mad cause she got an over-bite
I got your baby's mother
Movin' overloads of Coke
For Louey Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats
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