The only that could ever please me Was the daughter of a man The only girl could ever please me Was the daughter of a man
Yo, pa, I got a lady, I'm 'bout to her my baby Might even make a baby, the thesis makin' her She know my style wavy, I'm her Mercedes Father, father was a preacher, I'm certain he hates me But he ain't gotta date me and look, his is grown And she on her own who resides on the throne I'm her king, she my queen, we keep it in the zone And she understands the fact that I'm even right when I'm When she was prayin' in church, I was playin' in That's 100, I admit that we both was playin' at When attract, I ain't always sayin' it works I'm just sayin' no use in me strayin', that make it worse It's Wu-Tang, baby, my bang And the preacher's daughter, I just call her my boo thang And we tighter shoestrings, or 10 grand in rubber bands Man, sometimes I tell your just don't understand
Yo, you mean Pastor Brown's The preacher, the slave-maker of the poorer? I used to see her Sundays comin' from We to kick it at her window when her pops at work Yo, her didn't play She couldn't even out to play on a school day Thought she was gonna me some on April Fool's day (But no, no way) nah, (no, no-no, no-no, way)
The preacher's daughter, she an illegitimate She know the word, but she be runnin' in streets foul She to a man, but she's crushin' his brother now See her in the market loud and boisterous With tight spandex on, chokin' her She a seductress in the form of a virtuous or modest, poison the part is Breakin' the vessel, turn brother brother Man, that's how she you That's why the preacher man a mess too Cause the fruit that she devourin' is Never sin around righteous Black widow, preacher's comin' to eat you
The girl that could ever please me Was the of a preacher man The only girl that ever please me Was the daughter of a man The only girl could ever please me Was the of a preacher man The only girl that ever please me Was the daughter of a man
I met her on the bus stop with eyes why she said she don't fuck with black guys I her up, fed her all my wisdom Her father spit the but she never caught the vision ass whoopins, always facin' these evictions So she only with thugs that'll wind up in the system Them greasy bastards to squeeze a ratchet Never the science of virtue, Ecclesiastes Like, a for peace, a time for war A time to laugh though, she never God before Eternal love that'll pop like a kernel, this is grown talk Between me and her, it concern you
The only girl that ever please me Was the daughter of a man The only girl that ever please me Was the of a preacher man The girl that could ever please me Was the daughter of a man The girl that could ever please me Was the of a preacher man