Lyrics:
slick, the oil castor
I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA
Like pastor, Troy we ready
Me and Eddie we get to the fetty
You couldn't stop
them in mourning in December and in May
In the graveyard of St. Mary's of Regret
You're married by now
She's kind I suppose
Does she know what she
Once I got a splinter in the joint of my little toe
And a garter snake bit my knee by the bend of the little St. Joe
Honey that's Missouri,
GET YOURS!! [Flavor Flav]
[Ice Cube]
Five niggaz on the roof with the proof
And one went out
White boy wanna know what it's all about
Back in St. Louis
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
Thatta boy, an addict you should avoid
Cause I'm manic like Pastor Troy
Rap deploy, I'll take your face off like Castor Troy
I'm castor oil, don't make DAK
Niggas sippin' Act, uh (uh)
Relax, never had to do that
Trapped before I rapped, uh (tell 'em)
Everything real (everything real)
Everything skilled
Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house
That made us once believers
Natural disasters bring us closer
My partner never prayed until he thought the world was over
2012, December 1st, he
Pa**ion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player
I'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversation
Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation
Blood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me
That made us once believers
Natural disasters bring us closer
My partner never prayed until he thought the world was over
2012, December 1st, he
vegetarian, I'll get this blonde cock
Lip balm she's some nun bitch from St. John
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes John
He's a janitor
disaster but I tell her she a tease
The status all I'm after and the expertise
How I preach like a pastor and you still believe
Blessed by the gods like my
to the plug to cop some work and bring it back
I had to get it by my lonely cause they never had my back
Ain’t nobody give me s**t b***h I got it out the trap
tree
Christmas tree, oh ooh oh, oh yeah
{piano solo by Dr. John}
Ooh, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
[Dr. John]
St
Decatur, we don't deal with no
Hatter
Rich like buck head
I'm bout that bread
Like pastor troy
We was ready
Hatters wasn't getting no play
In the a
I'm
this shit
Vica Versa, Pastor Troy
(Vica Versa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if Heaven was Hell and vica versa
If I told you go to Hell, would you tell I
okay
My homies level four, okay
You folded in the war, okay
You told on your day one, okay
Next door, they never come, no way
I'm, on it, shut it,
boots
Now, I'm not prone to absolutes
But I never fail to surrender
That phone booth in St. Paul
The phone booth in St. Paul
Where I placed a call
That
like you never planned
I had missed a flight out of Birmingham
The way her yellow apron walked in the room
There was no mistake in the way that she
at, you think I lie
Askin' why I chose you, yeah it's a hundred reasons why
You beautiful and bossy
Mix it with some chic
Ain't never had these
call Pastor Troy
Celebrate the life my mama raised
Observe January 12 as a National Holiday
Take notice of my accomplishments
Anyone speaking negative
a stubborn kid thinking that he had a clue
Man, I was wrong wasn't I?
To think back then I was never gonna get by
Final days of waking to a blue sky
And I'm
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