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This song is by Afu-Ra and appears on the album Life Force Radio (2002).

Yeah, that's how I put it on, put it on
That's right, that's how I put it on, put it on
Yeah, that's how we put it on, put it on
Watch out, how I put it on, put it on

Mother, you watered me from a seedling
So I can spread through my roots, the comforter bring
On the hot summer days, my shade, my ice lemonade
The blistering frost you fought to kept the chill off

My chest yeah, I guess I gotta get it off
I can never remember our lights being turned off
The look in your eyes, and nurture just like the sun rise
Prepping the table to take it to another level

Open a box of tools for dodging the devil
My only Emma's an Emma and I love her
Times and tricks as I pick up the sticks
Blend 'em a mix, my mother to me, she is a gift

Switch in to the middle lane, I kept one frame of mind
I grew from up dirt, all at the same time
Mind over matter, for sure
We live together, forever, so stay together

Who loves you better
Your mother, wife or daughter?
That's how I put it on, put it
That's right, that's how I put it on, put it on

Queen, from the first moment I saw you
Thinking of the ways and freaks that didn't up on you
I didn't have a clue, gravity pulled me to you
Times bringing by, guess I just flew with you

That's the one with the two, and I loved being glued to you
My whole stories, benched, wait straight, lay for you
And I wanna give it up, and say I love you to
With a hun, boo, who, or buttercup, your bath with what?

I'm licking it up, no beef?
Nah, 'cause she don't want the drama
I'm proud to lay in bed with her under my armor
If you are Nefertiti, I am an dentured farmer

Self realization to endure that time
And allow us and enjoy the blast
I see the queen with the gleam like no other queen
I write it, then spit it, so you know what I mean

Who loves you better
Your mother, wife or daughter?
That's how I put it on, put it
That's right, that's how I put it on, put it on

Who loves you better
Your mother, wife or daughter?
That's how I put it on, put it
That's right, that's how I put it on, put it on

When you pop the vagina, water in my eyes
Your squirms, your wiggles, water in my eyes
Every turn, every, to ta-ta-ta, tustle
Moving couples of muscles, trying to hurt something

But the only thing sought is life
A site for sore eyes, despite the demise
I was and all, I helped them what bringing it forth
Here, two four, I saw a vision and said the gate was open
But the mix so didn't through to got to wheel it open

Straight click the umbilical without a syllable
Trained by what, yo, man in the middle
As it dump off, I let it, let it, let it bump off
Now let me tell you about something, burst then jump off

Who loves you better
Your mother, wife or daughter?
That's how I put it on, put it
That's right, that's how I put it on, put it on

Who loves you better
Your mother, wife or daughter?
That's how I put it on, put it
That's right, that's how I put it on, put it on

Who loves you better
Your mother, wife or daughter?
That's how I put it on, put it
That's right, that's how I put it on, put it on

Who loves you better
Your mother, wife or daughter?
That's how I put it on, put it
That's right, that's how I put it on, put it on

Written by:

Aaron Phillip; Curtis Small