Lyrics:
god's gift to womenMy oh my you're god's
gift to womenMy oh my you're god's gift to womenMy
oh my you're god's gift to womenYeah yeahI was just
thinking
the gift of God
Packed and twisted in a zag
So let's all hit the hippy plant
And maybe then live in a land
Where everyone's as nice in life
As I am with
"I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what
mout', listen
You can't educate man about bagging up
I've been doing this ting from day one and I
Can't say one guy that I think's catching up
So boy
started?
Man, my Bar Mitzvah money
But don't diss me buddy, I wasn't one of them younguns up on the block who had nothing to lose
I must've wanted this
ready for the trip
By the time we got down to Coonrod
My buddy Jon was ready to flip
I'm goin' fishin' with my buddy Jon Albert
I'm goin' fishin' with my
the Mook punch
The last few months I've been
Plannin' this guy body
Cause bodyin' guys is my hobby
My body got a arm/leg/leg/arm/head
It's a God body i swear
me don't quit my day job
I spit with the real rap gift like Christmas, yeah, so haters, take off
This is the bloody version, cut up ya buddy version
begin
Time for me to grab the pen
Man I thank God for my writing, without it I’d loose my Zen
Say it again
I gotta gift
Aye, I gotta gift
Wanna thank God
prayer, yes I do
[Chorus]
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed
With the gift of you
jab it
My mans a cool guy
But there’s no way I’m brining to mummy’s
Bad b, she a thief she take the buddy
Sitting in the T
Loads of eating, loads above
drunk
I was God's own drunk and a fearless man
And that's when I first saw the bear
He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout nineteen feet tall
He
the vanishing act
Are you really gone forever or you plan to come back?
Another man damaged by the vanishing act
Who would've thought you had a magical knack?
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
Aye. Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
money, no nothing from the baby's father
Made me think about this guy I know with a wife and a child
Who's working two jobs just to get by
Yeah, he says
money, no nothing from the baby's father
Made me think about this guy I know with a wife and a child
Who's working two jobs just to get by
Yeah, he says
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
blood 'cause our sin
Christ was homeless, no car, no money
Yet he's God, and he calls us buddy
Without him I'm sick like my nose is runnin'
But through
prayer, yes I do
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed
With the gift of your love
UNTO GOD: for no man understandeth him; how-beit in the spirit HE SPEcKETH MYSTERIES".
The Gift of Interpretation of Tongues In Public Ministry
In
The ‘Best' Gift Is the Gift Needed at the Time.
For instance, the word of wisdom, which is a divine revelation of the plan and purpose of God, is the greatest
prayer, yes I do
But for the grace of God go I
I must've been born a lucky guy
Heaven only knows how I've been blessed
With the gift of your love
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