Lyrics:
run out of here
With tears in his eyes
If you loved me
You would've found you a church home up there in New York
If you loved me
You would've
Trouble in your sight
And have yo people say he was sent home to early
Listen and hear the church say
Some dudes gotta die for you to realize
That I’m
What about the exotic type
Caskets is waitin for brothers
Word up slide on the joints baby
Before you go to sex take protection
Word up
AIDS
mouth and said 'good evening'
Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief
I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth
Gold joints
Pull up with my niggas and we flex (Yuh)
Giving my all never less (Yeah)
We don't go to church but we blessed (Blessed)
Pull up with some diamonds
Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas
Was drinkin' Colorado Cool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans
An' we was, what's that
just where my mortal body happens to be
No sin eater to slay
Us children of Cain
Watching monkey suicide
Sunday aids and church wine wash it away
Ring up the church bell
Ring up the church bell
Ring up the church bell
Ring it
Ring up the church bells
I'm about to give you hell
Ring up
you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll)
Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface
Check this joint
babies
My man June said you crazy
Nowadays these condoms'll dead the AIDS be
So we hopped on a major D (detour) and
Tip of my joint buck wid pre-semen
no point to this joint
I just wanted to write
Just Left a book discussion
Discussing black man plight
Black man had to dip
To pick up niece for a play
Stay with different strains
Low pro the brand
Only seeing joints
Never blunts in my hand
Cool as kool aid
So you know a nigga jam
Cool as kool aid
So you
Should of know it was gonna happen,
Bein' this close town.
Oh but I know a beer joint back in the woods,
That them city folks still ain't found.
You
Lean, aber das' Purple Kool-Aid, Baby, ah
Ich bleibe clean, aber Hälfte meiner Gs sind täglich nur faded, Baby, ah
Ich sag' ihr: Baby, ich geh' zur Church
like me so I feel you
I can't be your band-aid, them bad days'll kill you
Them other guys just lusting when I touch on you I heal you
I heal you
You
I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb' just to tease
Too late, too late
Think I found a new lane
Mix the purp’ with kool aid
I’ve been gone for 2 days
Too late too late
Yeah i run it, Usain
You be
Yo
Jose Wrexx
Uncle Snoop you krazy for this man
Heh Heh
Nottz this joint fire Bro
Fire
Yeah
Murdah Meuzik mur mur ma Murdah Meuzik
They like who is
shop, mall, or church
Name brand head to toe with the matching purse
So all that siddity stuff, ya'll can keep
Cause only girls that keep it ghetto
Shouts out to mamaw, meemaw, and her ma too
I been singing with the birds like the curse ain't true
I done went to church but the verse ain't new
This a joint for my dead ones
Had to pour a drink out had to roll something
This a joint for my dead ones
had to pour a drink out had to roll
still trying get laid
Smokin joints got me chopped feelin lit
Think I might I need that 1st aid
Might have to call up my little bitch
Trust me she know
AIDS catching singers
It's a, special delivery on your front step
My picture's on the cover and the rhymes are in effect
Cause, I love to lay down,
go dey shout hallelujah i go dey carry hallelujah from the house to the church from the church to the joint from the joint to the club... chorus Oluwa
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