God Bless

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean? It's gone be butter, nahmean? Uh, swerve on 'em (uh), yeah Crack the Mo, here we go I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow Son, no doubt, God, it's real Every member of my clique is equipped with steel Suga, let's... (HEESHA!) Uh, god bless [Verse 1] Just the type of man that can lace the crowd Which ya hands on ya ***** or you could raise them proud I bust shots off Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hotter I got a lock ya, flavor to bring Got the championships so I'ma savor the ring Church boy, raised by my grandmomma Home-bred, I dead all the drama I'm like the mystical funk technician It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission [Chorus] God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya [Verse 2] Have mercy! Nowadays, I got them other niggas acting thirsty Bless the sky, energy created by my third child Swerve with it, get it get it Feels good to bust shots at the critics You crave more taste of my funk When my track drop, ain't enough space in ya trunk Soul for Real, but not the group I'm solo goin' for dolo in the drop Coupe I distribute melodies while you roll trees Step a dip like a flip, '96 kiss [Chorus] God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya (Matter fact, take it to the bridge) [Bridge] God bless God bless ya lover God bless God bless ya lover [Verse 3] Honey drippin' off my Nautica sleeves With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw (I thought you fell off, kid!) You said that shit before But you see miracles when you're lyrical Off some LL shit, chickens get hysterical 'Cause I... form like Voltron Let's get it on... a ticking time bomb Knock it off I like your style but it's a slight bit soft Son, the LL rule, huh I pick it up and lay it down mad cool It'll cost you a fortune (What?) For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin' [Chorus] God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya God bless ya lover, God bless ya [Outro] It's all built for '96 kid! No diggity, Rashad lace me Chris in the house Ol' Moms, Big E and the fam Yo son, who's next?