leave your father or leave your son And you can leave your clothes on A nerve so sleek has entered your head Take up your sickle, throw it and leave your
Traduction: L'Église. Laisser vos vêtements sur.
sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling
', the Crip and Blood way I'm on grates when i'm grindin' I'm on stakes when i'm dinnin' And on sunday's on the wine Is you can't calm the savage beast
grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line My father preached in his parents' church when he was ten years and nine And mama dressed in parishoners' clothes
Makin women open they mouth wide Could be in jail still running it on the outside Think not Then open up your mouth right But who care (Hook) I got my corner on
pray to god that I turn slow Like I?m sipping on purple But I ain?t on your glow I?m in a whole ?nother circle Trying to keep it clean like church clothes
clothes Put on these high heeled shoes Don't want no preacher on the TV baby Don't want to hear the news Shut out the world behind us Put on your long
dem niggaz down On land and 80 somethin, (TECH N9NE!) Them drug dealers, who think they know where evil lurks now Whos that commiting sexual acts on church
houses on the block Got your fucking family in it And what's the worst is Is y'all niggas gon' need nurses I collect money on your block Like ushers at churches
; probably wasn't listening. Listening, Out of town where any of the paper be. Grandma tell me go to church, somebody need to pray for me. So I leave
is do dirt Leave a red blood stain on your all white shirt Gucci man so gutter, I steal money out your purse Lay out in your yard, robbin' while you go to church
said she like the way I stick and make the bed rock Or how I lick and leave her twisted like a dreadlock And it's on, so stop the sweatin' like a wristband
you In rap I'm like God nigga forever above you If I don't do it all I just dial my phone And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne
makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way I'm on grates when I'm grindin' I'm on steaks when I'm dinnin' And on Sunday's on the wine Is you can't calm
grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line My Father preached in his parents' church When he was ten years and nine And Mama dressed in parishioners' clothes
the question. So I went in the room and I tried on all these clothes and I was like, I feel like an idiot. So I pulled out all these clothes and I'm
Haters pray to god that I turn slow Like I?m sipping on purple But I ain?t on your glow I?m in a whole ?nother circle Trying to keep it clean like church clothes
