Fabolous - Church Lyrics
[reverend Preaching]Ha Ha Ha HaaBrothers And Sisters We're Gathered Here TodayTo Listen To A Young Man That's On FiiyaYou Sittin In The Church Wit Reverend Charlie MurphyAnd I'ma Bring It To Ya Wit Brother F-a-b-o-l-o-u-sFabolous[fab:] Preach, Brother Preach[rev.:] Fabolous[fab:] Preach Brother Preach[rev.:] Preach To 'em Brother, Church[fab:] Yea, Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh[verse 1]Yo, I Preach Through My RapsGod Is Watchin Me I Still Reach To My StrapBroads Is Watchin Me They Wanna Leech To My TrapTha Jesus Christ On My Neck Reach To My LapI Teach You To Rap In My Sunday SchoolThese *****es Get A One Day RuleYou Gotta ***** Be Monday, Cool?Or She Gotta Stroke A Stick Like The Hun Play PoolIf Not You Gotta Walk Like A Runway FoolCatch Me In The Moon Shine Or The Sun Ray JewelsIf You Keep Sayin Your Prayers Maybe One Day You'll....be Blessed Like Me 'til Then Keep Stompin In Your Air Force O-n-e-s NikesThey Should Make Scriptures Wit My FlowsI'm The Young Bishop Don Juan That Stripped Ya For Your HoesSo If I Throw A Dollar At Ya Scream HallelujahWhile I Grab The Neck Of My Robe And Pop A Collar To YaChurch[reverend Preaching]Now In This World That We Live In, There's All Kinds Of PimpsYou Got Ya Playas, Ya Ballas, Ya Macs, Ya GorrillaPimps That Take What They WantYa All-star Pimps... Pimps That (?)Pimps Wit Nothin But The Gators On Ya Feet (preach To Em Brother)Nice Pimps, Mean Pimps[verse 2]I Feel Like The Angel Of GodAll I Gotta Do Is Drive The Range Through And NodIt's Like I Was Put Here To Put Layers In The AirPut Squares In My Ear, Put Squares In The ChairPut Pairs In The RearI Even Put 20 Inch Footwear In My SpareLord Knows I Gotta Stay On Them SpinnersDis Verse Is Like Grace That You Say On Your DinnersGirls Come Wit Me Knowin That They Gonna Be SinnersBut, I'ma Sense Of ReliefAnd I Ain't Never Been A Trick Kinda Like Its Against My BeliefIf She Got It From Me Then I'm Convinced She A TheifBut They Say God Giveth And He Taketh AwayAnd I Can Do The Same Thing When I Shake With The 'kIf A Nigga Make A Mistake Wit The Pay, GoddamitAt The Club I Get Right InSo If Heaven Got A Ghetto I Should Fit Right InGod Loves Me[reverend Preaching]Now Just What Kind Of Ho Are You?Are You A Tough Ho, Or A Soft Ho? (that's Right)Are You A Big Ho, Or A Little Ho? (lil' Teenie Weenie)A Domestic Ho, Or An International Ho?A Rich Ho, Or A Broke Ass Ho?[verse 3]Yea, Me Momma Got My Name From The Baptist Who MadeTha Wrong Moves Wit The Women And Died For ItYou Make The Wrong Moves When You Come And You Try For ItNew York City Of GodI 'den Saved Some Of New York's Prettiest BroadsI'm Spittin The GospelI Hit My Apostle's Wit The Coke That'll Heal A SickSoon As It Get In They NostrilsA Dros Trios, Bring The Organs On YaA 40-caliber'll Turn Ya To A Organ DonorAnd A Day Or Two, You'll Be A Morgue AromaWhile I Go City To City Fillin The Pieu's UpI Ask God To Forgive Me While I'm Fillin The Uz' UpDemons Won't Let Me See A Man Fillin My Shoes UpI Ease 'em Wit A Sermon, But That Ain't HardWhen I'm In The Beamer Before They Released 'em To The GermansYou Prolly Got The Man You Love Wit YouBut Wouldn't You Rather Have The Man Above Wit You?Can I Get An Amen[reverend Talking]Now Some Of Ya'll Are Pimps, And Some Of Ya'll Are HoesBut The Rest.. The Rest Of Ya'll.. Don't Think I Don't KnowYa Just A Hater.. They Hate What You GotThey Put A Black Eye On On The Game Whenever They PlayThey Piss In The Pool, And They Fart On The ElevatorThen Look You In The Face, Like They Think You Did ItThey Hate Change (they Hate Change)And They Hate ProgressThey Hate Me And They Hate YouThey Hate They Own MommaCuz They Think Its Her Fault That They Ain't Got ShitBut I'm Here To Tell Ya TodayThat If You A HaterThen You Are The Outter Take Or Your Own Business (amen)And Someody Just Put 25 Dollars In The Collection PlateSo I'ma Go Up On The CornerAnd Buy Me A Fish SandwichY'all Hold It Down, I'll Be Right BackTha Reverend Charlie BrownAnd Don't You Ever ForgetFabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous***** Ass Mother*****ers[fades Out]
