What is the best gift you could give to the best mother in the world? A rap video, or course. One problem: we had a problem uploading the video to the blog, so we uploaded it to youtube. For some reason youtube sped up our movements, so they don't correlate with our words. In fact, it cuts the rap short, so you don't even get to hear all of it. If we can figure it out and fix it tomorrow, then we will. But for now, enjoy what we have. We have posted the lyrics below so you can follow along, and also read the rest of the lyrics that were cut off. In conclusion, we would like to give a shout out to Warren G, Nate Dogg (RIP), all the mothers out there, and especially to Dana, the best mother in the world. Go to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3bayDeb-Kc.

Love,
The Regulators (Case-Dizzle, Home Gurl LaTisha, & Rowe-Dizzle)

Lyrics to Mother's Day Rap:

Mother’s Day.
A day to celebrate all Mothers.
And they’re DAAANG good too.
But you can’t be just any woman off the street.
Gotta be unselfish and loving, know what I mean? Earn your keep!
MOTHER’S DAY!!! MOUNT UP!

It was a clear bright morning, sun shining bright.
Dana was on the streets, trying to shed some light.
Sharing the gospel; sharing the truth.
Always serving people, especially her homey Ruth.

Just hit the eastside of the city Trondeim.
She found some Young Single Adults, they were looking so prime.
Seen a car full of girls, no need to fret.
After baptism they’ll all be wet.

So she confronts the girls; teaches them the gospel.
They liked what they heard. Soon they’re sippin’ wassle.
Made by Dana of course, because that’s what she do.
Who hasn’t tried her wassle? Numbers are few.

It’s not just wassle; that’s just a start.
She has fed more people than even Wal-Mart.
When disaster strikes, everyone knows where to go.
Dana’s house that is, cause that’s how she roll.

She’s the best mom, the world has ever seen.
You don’t believe me? Go and ask Jean.
She thinks of everyone else, but never herself.
If Santa hired her, she’d be his #1 elf.

She has served me more, than I can even say.
Always empting throw up buckets, night and day.
Tempting as it was, she never tripped me down.
As I circled the table in pain, looking like a clown.

She’s my biggest fan. She never missed a game.
Whether state championship or Jr. Jazz, it’s all the same.
Sometimes she got a little excited. Emotions didn’t lag.
Needed the assistance of a brown paper bag.

Now I’m all grown up with a beautiful wife and son.
We all miss you and think that you are number one.
Every single day, for you we pray.
We love you mom. Happy Mother’s Day!