[Reverend Ha ha ha haa Brothers and sisters we're here today to listen to a young man that's on You sittin in the wit Reverend Charlie Murphy and bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
[Fab:] Preach, preach [Rev.:] Preach Brother preach [Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
1] Yo, I through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my Broads is watchin me they wanna to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck to my lap I you to rap in my Sunday School bitches get a one day rule You gotta be Monday, cool? Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun pool If not you gotta walk like a runway Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray If you keep your prayers maybe one day you'll.. ..be blessed me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes should make scriptures wit my flows I'm the young Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes So if I throw a at ya scream Hallelujah While I grab the of my robe and pop a collar to ya
[Reverend Now in this world that we live in, there's all of pimps You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya pimps take what they want Ya all-star pimps... Pimps (?) Pimps wit but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) Nice pimps, mean
2] I like the angel of God All I gotta do is the Range through and nod like I was put here to put layers in the air Put squares in my ear, put in the chair Put pairs in the I even put 20 inch in my spare Lord knows I gotta stay on them Dis is like grace that you say on your dinners Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be But, sense of relief And I ain't never a trick kinda like its against my belief If she got it from me I'm convinced she a theif But they say God giveth and He taketh And I can do the same thing when I shake the 'K If a nigga make a wit the pay, Goddamit At the I get right in So if heaven got a I should fit right in God me
preaching] Now just kind of ho are you? Are you a ho, or a soft ho? (That's right) Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' weenie) A ho, or an international ho? A ho, or a broke ass ho?
3] Yea, me got my name from the Baptist who made tha wrong wit the women and died for it You make the wrong moves you come and you try for it New City of God I 'den saved some of New prettiest broads I'm spittin the I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll a sick soon as it get in they A Dros Trios, bring the on ya A turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two, you'll be a aroma I go city to city fillin the pieu's up I ask God to forgive me while I'm the Uz' up Demons let me see a man fillin my shoes up I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that hard When I'm in the Beamer before they 'em to the Germans You got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man wit you? Can I get an
[Reverend Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I know Ya just a hater.. They what you got They put a black eye on on the game whenever play They in the pool, And they fart on the elevator look you in the face, Like they think you did it They hate change (They change) And they hate They me and they hate you They they own momma 'cause they think its her fault that ain't got shit But I'm here to ya today That if you a Then you are the outter take or own business (Amen) And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection So go up on the corner And buy me a sandwich Y'all hold it down, I'll be back Tha Reverend Brown And don't you ever Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Bitch ass [fades