Who this rapper to step to me Talkin bout you ain't really bout ministry Child please, we's G's on them knees Preachin California to the Florida Keys, we be the WORD, while they smokin they're herb And dippin 64's, switches on the curb Then swerve back in place, bump that Wit that sanctafied sound produced by playa Chase Like Mase, 'Im fittin, ya feel so good' When I bump this gospel in your hood, Inglewood West Covina, Pasadena, then it to my gente, in Puente I can't about all my patnas in the 415, 510, 916 Make them chips, we stick together cement and bricks Now just bounce to playalisctic Boneybone hit
Dip bounce, to side And come ride wit a playa from that killa Cali Pyscho, westcoast, rider, For you and all your dawgs to cruise
Shh, ain't not talkin, while I'm demons in coffins Dippin in the Cadillac Dawkins and Dawkins Got me up, tied up If you love Cali, playa the Westside up now watch me like them hell's angels In Harleys, or them cowboys wit the blue wranglers
Swingin ther lasso, wild wild west 'cause where I'm from, you need a bullet prrof the what for your stress Nah dawg, up, wait a minute 'cause ain't no high unless the Holy Ghost ain't up in it I get drunk in the on a day to day basis And preach the WORD, to my patnas cases Racist too, piru flamed up in blue Crips too, God wanna you 2, 3, 4 and 5, now close your And bump in your ride while you glide and...
I can't stop, makin suacy gospel hip hop Fittin do this, til the day I drop Like Tupac, do you believe in' I put my in God, blessed to be breathin to the heathen, buckin them demons Oh what a feelin, got the screamin Dancin on the So if you wanna man, say what you say But gospel rap wit is like LA wit out a Dr. Dre Or Sway without Tech, catchin Or these Californias streets without a vet It ain't happenin, I'm still packin them And jackin demons wit 44 magnums