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?