This is a story about a One and Only mother,
There never was before, and there’ll never be another,
Heck-a motor scooter… so fine U wanna shoot her,
Dressed like butter, hold a Cup-a Glass Cutter
Glass Cutter
Ohhh… yeah!
This is a jam about a purple fantasy
Every man knows this how it’s supposed to be
So sharp, make a brother heart go flutter
Dress holding on to a Cup-a Glass Cutter
Mmm…Glass Cutter
Oww
Oww
It’s about as hard as Arabian math
Water drops dripping when you taking a bath
the towel unravel and it looks like gravel
all a brother can do is just laugh… (ugh!)
But under his breath, he gonna mutter,
But under his breath, he gonna mutter,
But under his breath, he gonna mutter…
Baby, got a Cup-a Glass Cutter.
(Clapping)
This about a mother got a brother sprung,
I looked up the word heaven… saw a picture of her tongue,
If she was a song, she’d be sung.
Sit around and I’ll be a singer, so I can bring her —
parmesan, cheddar, cheese… please.
U better believe she gets what she wants,
’cause I want just what she got.
I’m a new car, and she’s a lot… a whole lot o’ woman!
(clapping)
Girl got a case of 2 Fine
She got it bad… and that’s good.
I’m gonna tell her 2 her face… (gonna tell her 2 her face)
’cause another brother would…
when a mother make a brother heart go flutter.
Dressed like butter,
Cup-a Glass cutter
Dressed like butter,
Cup-a Glass cutter
U make my heart go flutter,
Cup-a Glass Cutter
U make my heart go flutter…
Glass Cutter.