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 



MmmGlass 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.