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Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vienna Boy's Choir (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Choir & Orchestra of the Red Army (Serghej Nazarko) · The Best of the Red Army Choir: The Definitive Collection (The Red Army Choir) · Doug Johns (Doug Johns) · Johns (Charles Brown) · Michael Johns (Michael Johns) · Johns (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sammy Johns (Sammy Johns) · Presents Jesus Life for Childrens Under 12 Inches (Kid Loco) · Broadway Kidz Favorite Childrens Songs (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


when there was children around his feet
I've seen him laugh right out loud and say Lord God your children show is sweet
I know in his big wide world
on the mount 
Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it 
Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my
right.

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note: The 1st verse relates to the last verse of 'That's What My Baby Likes' 
Recorded by Lucille Bogan as follows: 

'I gets red ripe tomatoes,
on the mount 
Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it 
Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my
Tennessee a teacher raised the window closest the river
And the children in her classroom swore they'd heard a choir singing down the street
In Washington
John Wayne was a Nazi
He liked to play S.S. 
He had a picture of Adolph ole' boy
Tucked in his cowboy vest.

Well, he would string up your mama
Sure
pedophiles
Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger
Emaciate when I take my razor
Sharp words that scare herds
Niggaaaaa, I'm from the wicked city
When
pedophiles
Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger
Emaciate when I take my razor
Sharp words that scare herds
Niggaaaaa, I'm from the wicked city
When
And even then sleeping in heavenly peace
Stopped by to see St.Thomas
On a cold and dreary New York afternoon
Something in the air was oh, so rare
I don't
In Memphis, Tennesse a teacher raised the window closest to the river
And the children in her classroom swore they heard a choir singin down
was appealing
But the block club kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the building blocks
For children with leaking
was appealin

But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin

Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks

For children with leakin
dealing was appealing
But the block club kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the building blocks
For children with
dealing was appealing
But the block club kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta rap-based filmings became the building blocks
For children with
block tavern
By the Salvation Army
And the plumbers supply

The old downtown mission
Has John 3:16 painted
In all capital letters
Above cans full
like we the realest, probably
With a fur coat in the winter, probably
This is, I'm talking with the winter option
At the Lord's table with the dinner
shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison Trust that
screaming,"Young black children stop or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks
tiiiiime, but now I see
That Heeeee resiiiiides, in me yeahhhhh yeah

[Ludacris]
Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein rude
I'm only human, I'm
I school that ass like St. John's
Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock and
Open up the door cause I'm knocking
Ready or not, here I
Take em to war son (Yeah)
Yo wassup dog?
Seven commandments, knahmean?
Yo son, with the seven commandments

Chorus: (6x)
Yo I'm about the army shit,
And badges screaming,"Young black children stop or I will shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack 
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for
proud
It took me some time, but now I see
That he resides, in me yeah yeah

[Ludacris]
Lord, forgive me for anytime a fan said I was bein rude
I'm
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
Scripture's lyricist
Imperialist
Seeking out the dynasty
Called to be the labors of the harvest
Special forces in his army
Laughing in the face of death