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T'aint What You Do It's The Way That You Do It (Ella Fitzgerald) · Aint' No Easy Way (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) · Beat Aint Jammin (Chuckie Freeze) · T'Aint No Big Thing But He Is... (Jimmy Reed) · T'Aint No Big Thing But He Is... (Jimmy Reed) · Serendipity Singers/Many Sides of the Serendipity Singers (Serendipity Singers) · Harlem Gospel Singers (Ft. Queen Esther (The Harlem Gospel Singers) · The Best of the Angelic Gospel Singers (Angelic Gospel Singers) · King of the Gospel Singers (James Blackwood) · This Is Gospel: The Staple Singers (The Staple Singers) – and 90 other albums »


One Saturday night in a barroom a gospel singer walked in
And bravely she red from the Bible and begged them to turn from the sins
Oh come into Jesus
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you & I  we ain't no saints
You & eye  we can see our fates

We'll be the faces in the clouds
We'll be a gospel singer's
way beyond the grave
I'm saved, eternal livin'

This goes beyond conversion, this gift just keeps on giving
I'd it makes no sense to start and stop
went by Michael
No one ever called by my own name anyway
Half full generations
Living all these expectations
Giving way to one late to have a baby
Stoney was a liar (a bullshitter!) ain't no doubt about it.
It was just the way he told things, and you never want to doubt him.
'Cause he kept you going
Round, round, you're spinnin' round
Your life goes round and round

I got a reason to rap 'cause my God is King
Just like a gospel singer's got
I don't know dude
I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude
And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem
I took my baby dancing, to see a heavy band
But I never saw my baby till the encore
She had the singer by the hand
I didn't want to cry 'cause I
And you don't like it that way
Something has to die
When the well runs dry

There's a dancer I used to get
By giving her cigarettes
She told me that I
mad at me (you ain't mad at me)
After all this bullshit, it's nonsense, no time for that

[Repeat 4X]
I am, al-ways, there
You are, ne-ver, there
They talk way too much
Spend music way to little
And what they usually play ain't really all that great
What's up DJ?

Seems all you play each
comin'
No diggity, here I is boo, what?
[Singer] Cause it feels good
Ain't no-bo-dy, like Hea-vy, uhh, uhh, uhh

You got me open like a book, shook,
and stood on shaky ground.
He said, "That ain't rock'n'roll.
That's just Vaudeville plugging in."
And she looked up and said,
"Ain't that the way it's
be?

And I'm 31 years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began

I'm trying to figure out who I am
But there's no hand to hold, no
will it be?

And I'm 31 years old
That ain't the end but it sure ain't where I began

I'm trying to figure out who I am
But there's no hand
Em
You got somethin' to say?!
Man no
I thought you bout to tell him off, what's up
Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
And you ain't
old woman

Who you're faithful to for life."
"You know I ain't no guru, 
I'm just a blind black preacher man.
My guitar is my gospel, boy,

And I
For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin' me
ain't no mystery
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin me
Ain't no mystery

On the outside peekin in
End of your
on your ho
(Ain't I?)

Moet? rolex, big benz, no flex
Wedding ring on finger, I married a trina
Pretty as a singer, fine as a stripper
When we in
on you ass like I outta do
I ain't no gangsta dude
Ain't got a poppin' banger
But you know I'm powerful when I'm pissing off the gospel singers
I'm
the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way

People let me paint a picture
You know I ain't a Christian
I ain't a Muslim,
I don't know dude
I think everyone's all jealous and shit 'cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude
And I think everyone's got a fuckin' problem
My debt has been paid since the day I was born
You can tell by my face and the way that it glows
They wanna know what the Cos-By no Raven Symone
Housewives trying to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart