Your Mum Loves Garage (Edit)

Oh, what you know sha

I swear your mum loves garage the way she's dying

Your nan' loves garage (she does)

I swear your mum loves garage the way she's dying

Your nan' loves garage (oh, she loves it)

I swear your mum loves garage the way she's dying

Your nan' loves garage (she does)

I swear your mum loves garage

Yeah, she fucking loves it

I saw your mum last week

She was in the streets with DJ Steves (yes bruv)

He was shopping her beans

She said, "One thing, can you get mе some green?"

Like you get her message and you not rest

With a little bit of luck it fell fake dry

They trying to rate we can spark some grind

Two minutes latеr, a car pulled by

Singing, "Got you fly high"

Dropped out the thing on a little fly by

She picked up the baggie said, "My, my, my, my"

It's all good, good, good

It's so good, yes wonderful good

Now she gotta knock out the bass

And get ready for the rave later in the neighbourhood

Sayin' I swear your mum loves garage the way she's dying

Your nan' loves garage (she does)

I swear your mum loves garage the way she's dying

Your nan' loves garage (yeah)

I swear your mum loves garage the way she's dying

Your nan' loves garage (she does)

I swear your mum loves garage (what's going on?)

Now she back up in the yard gettin' ready for tonight

Sayin', "Boo, I feel like dynamite"

But oh no, oh no, she's only got 21 seconds to go

Hears a car beeping outside

Scott Garcia parked on the drive

Singing, "I brought you flowers in the pouring rain"

She says, "Scott you crazy, you know we're just friends, stop driving me insane"

He said, "Alright jump in, 'cause we gotta move quickly"

"I'm late for my set with DJ Sticky"

Now it's moving closer or so it seems

She can't wait to get inside the rave

And shake up the waist in her D and G jeans

I swear your mum loves garage the way she's dying

Your nan' loves garage (she does)

I swear your mum loves garage the way she's dying

Your nan' loves garage (oh, she loves it)

I swear your mum loves garage the way she's dying

Your nan' loves garage (she does)

I swear your mum loves garage

She fucking loves it

This one's for the mums out there

If you feel me, then put your hands in the air

This one's for the mums out there

Don't like it, y'all get the fuck outta here

This one's for the mums out there

If you feel me, then put your hands in the air

Grind and spittin', mums all lovin'

When you hear sittin', put a rhythm to it comin'

Let's just step up in the dance, get ready to bust out a move

Tryna make her body groove

Craig David come through, saying, "I love your sweet female attitude"

After that, he try secure the wine

Looking down at her back like re-e-wind

Said you're heartless, blud, you're not treating me right

Just leave me to vibe, yo

She grabbin' my waist straight from behind us

Screaming, "Oh my gosh, it's MC Grindah"

Rantin' the stage like, "Get out the way, fuck me, he's so hot"

Bit mad though, that a lot of chicks like you, innit

It's not mad, it's normal, I've got green eyes

Yeah, Kurupt FM are the best in the game

And we're headed for the number one spot, seen

Shout out all the mums though, yeah

Big it up

Your mum, your mum, your mum, your mum, your mum

And mine

Is a very nice person

See you fannies in a bit, yeah

Ah, how is your mum anyway? She alright?

Don't you ever speak about my mum

Turn the tune off, you've ruined it

What?