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as the light of day
By the way, it's hard to work when it's time to play 
But it never mattered, Jack's a boring bastard either way
I've been in the same place

plenty bars, hard, dawg, and we're handling biz
We made it a sequel but now it's a trilogy, fully fueled by the Trinity
Still at war with the enemy every

into lessons
Hard work got me changing addresses
But the church infiltrated my blessings 
I'll let God get em
Watch em as these bars hit em
TRUTH BE TOLD

your mind up
Open your mind, man, open your mind, yeah

Is it God and thе people or the church that you service
Don't leave by the Bible but rehearse all

I’m Catholic Cool 
Performed by 
E. Walter Smith featuring The ICC Choir & Friends 


Chorus 
I’m cool 6x I’m Catholic 
I’m cool 4x I’m Catholic

Young-ins
Now I will clutch and dump em and run to church
And pray that God that he don't leave me under and if I face the thunder
Just toss me my rain boots

Wild 'N Tha West

Chico & Coolwadda

Wild 'n tha West

2001

Now you in church, four days later obituary reading
Test me, lets see am I hard like I claim to be
Stomach scarred from the gang activity
Just a memory

hiding? It's inconvenient, but I've been biding my time
Thinking that I've been sliding by, trying to cover up my crimes
Committed against humanity,

believe Jesus gave up the ghost it's through

Staying low and my Lord on top
But I don't praise lil top
I praise Yah
Cause He the only true Rock that's

that bitch suck my erection
Im rock hard just like Patrick
Flip that bitch like gymnastics
I only trust my cash friends these niggas be on fag shit
You

at lunch, pack it up
This man of God ain't just in church to sex with her
I'm still struggling with lust, tho I'm just 'fessing up
Finding any man without

where mama prayed
And in the streets is where a gent was made 
Fire fire fire fi di focy hole 
Kick up kick up kick up ina him batti hole 
Dem wan fi know

You got all these gifts but you gave yourself nada
Dressed up like a baller but your pockets full of dollars
Fake to you make it was the word from

the live the short
Plan and both courts and hustles
With all source drunk
Grindings game is also sourcetruth thugs
Puertoricans on their stupid nug
Think up

bygones and byGod wave goodbye too
To tell the truth I think I'd rather live alone
No confrontations end up on my own
Ain't nobody picking up the phone
No

They walked by and spat cursed at me and laughed
Who in there right mind would ever want that
Pick up my mat as a matter of fact
I'll pick up my mat

strung a necklace

Bunny please oh please
Wear my tongue as a dress

Give up your search baby
Maybe I can become your spouse
Let my flesh be your church

windows got a tint
Staring too hard when I walk outta Sprint
Peeping so much that I can't take a piss
Even with foggy eyes, cannot be missed
Try to get

father figure
Mind on the dollar, don't honor pardons from rotten niggas
Strap up when the plot get thicker
Went thru the hard times and darkness with you

cards
If you grew up in the lake
Like I did
You know that city scars
Working on myself
To be a better man
It's really hard
But if you know me
You know

though
Car ain't got no roof like
It lost it's voice
Like a mirror after a hot shower
I make 'em moist by the time I'm finished
Beatin' up that puddy, that

fuck with me everyday why you went home on me (on me) 


I rolled by 2 state troopers just to get this pack home
Then had to wrestle with a junkie to get

gangstas get locked up and snitch. Gods my only witness I done seen a bunch of sh*t! I done seen it all, I done seen it all. I done seen some OGs hit they

soft was the sin
Back when Big Herk had the city by the balls in his hands
That nigga said he raped Barbie and he blew up Ken
We used to bang rock