Lyrics:
star struck, and I'ma buck you like Carlito
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco
Wyclef, preacher's son, check
And when they say, "Who did it?," you tell them Benny Blanco
Wyclef, preacher's son, check the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy
That lil' ass bag, and that pussy ass boy won't say it, ayy
Man, you don't come future around this way, nigga (free DDawg)
(PlayBoy on this bitch)
that's the recipe, I did that shit by any means
My Cuzzo out here feeding fiends, he's steady tryna put me on,
But my son need his father home, yeah my son
Your body is a mess, but you're blessed
With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
But my whole neigborhood is comatose
Lookin' for survival
The devil
wanting to call more but I
Don't know what to say
But your name is on my lips
Every night that I pray
Know you thinking I'm a preacher man
I'm just tryna
is a mess, but you're blessed
With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
But my whole neigborhood is comatose
Lookin' for survival
The devil
preacher's son, no sign of fading
The lights weaponized, fireworks at night displaying
The blazing arrows fly, a thousand points of light just raining
stand up, like Chris Tucker
Slide up on my bitch, with a rubber then fuck her You motherfucker
Complexion drive, and flakey, but make no Mistake, g
Bar
Day When I Got That Doctors Call
Tucker Grace There Been A Bad Crash
Your Wife And Little Boy Both Have Passed
1 Year Has Gone By Time Went Real Slow
I
Cocoa Brovas pan the borderline [echo]
That's the sound and your dead son
Man to man
I'm facing the devil with a plan [echo]
Judo stance
First glance
let my son be a better man than me
a rapper, what the fuck do I know
Well I'm also a nigga that
Came off Martin Luther King, man
Son of a dope lady
And I went to fuckin' Morehouse nigga
I
[Chubb Rock]
The Chubbster, a man that came out about 1986
with the help of Dr. Ice in the mix
And even then, kickin lyrics that was quite potent
Howie by
to death but we can't get along
Her problem big as hell, her dad died man, beat her friend crossed up ma
Breast cancer got laid off and plus her son got
shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey.
The preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.
When I was seventeen
I asked my daddy
What does it take to be a man
He said sit down son
Let's have a little talk
I'll try and make you understand
called me "son"
There's money in the hymnals if you steal 'em them every Sunday one by one
CHORUS
by that son who was crucified
and no it ain't for doe/ Christ in my flow/
These beats preacher so synthesized ha
I'm running off that Light with my
window
Peeping through the blinds
Oh honey come here running
Don't you take your time
Well I ain't no preacher man
I'm no preacher's son
But I'll be
to the Greyhound Bus
We'll be standin' in front of that preacher
By the time they're lookin' for us
And they'll be draggin' the river
But they ain't gonna find
and Benz's
Lyin' pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' the a face with a vengeance
Havin' blocks on in the livest parts known
By mankind with crime is how
Johnny got up one morning; he went down to the company store
Got him a big box of bullets to fit into his .44
The store man said, "Son, are you
But he won't stop baby
'Till you turn blind
Oooh yeah
Oooh
Well I'm a lover man
I need my Honey Man
The drunk and the preacher
And the preachers son
Discuss these son of a preacher man by tanya tucker Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In