Still Preachin' - T-Bone Comin straight from the Westcoast killin fields
In the Bone Corelone, pimpin, keep it real You know the deal, corn braids and the thug appeal Street slang, make the hits that the thugs feel
Demons nudge grill When they hear my scoped aimed and I shoot to kill And haters jealous, cause I'm saggin for the dollar bill
Platinium, crushed ice, and its all real Gospel hip hop got it locked still Who do you think it was sprinkled the game Wit Westcoast, Gospel rap plus a brim and a cane Street slang and a message that they couldnt contain Taught you bout the streets and the way that they banged Cocaine, methinphedamines, gin and tonic, remmy martin Hennessey, sherm, chocolate tie and the chronic Blood, Crips, Eses, M 13 Parues, Zou bous, no rules and county blues
Ya'll Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks, grindin on the streets
Hustlers, servin caine, g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks, grindin on the streets Hustlers, servin caine, g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Im still rippin and kickin flippin and spittin lyrics that got you thinkin Trippin, grippin your Bibles, diggin jus to see whats written Invision pawin in prison livin in the worst conditions makin desiscions Wit conviction for the One that's arisen, see my mission Is to give visions to the ones that listen like catacisim But the ones arrested for vandalism, it's your desiscions Eternal prision, or you can except what the Lords given
What's that? Your sins forgiven See I'm tryin to get you walkin through the Pearly Gates And save you from the lake of fire, full of demon snakes How do I do that? By askin the Lord to forgive you of all of your sins And then turnin away from all of your wickedness and not turn back
And start walkin on the straight and narrow Get the Word inside of your temple until it's dwellin in your bone marrow No more packin a gat in the back of a lack Attackin, and smackin a crackhead wit a baseball bat Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks, grindin on the streets Hustlers, servin caine, g's pullin hit
Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks, grindin on the streets Hustlers, servin caine, g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek
Still makin g music for the cold killers Gangbangers, convicts, pimps, playas, weed smokers and them drug dealers Cap peelers, thiefs, felons and those guerillas
And drug lords, over seas stackin big skrilla
And still the same, ain't nothin changed Street raps, altar calls and proclaim the name Never was a shame of the One who was slain On the dirt and all the pain, bleedin wit nails in His hand Jus to save me from the burnin flames Amazin Grace, He took my place Paid the ransom, then got my sins earsed And now, words can't express what I feel inside of my flesh Every breath is given God glory until my death See I'm blessed, beyond mesasures Like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures Spinnin Lexus' changin the world preasures So that heathens that were grieven, theifin Can now believin that Jesus bleedin was for a reason Because of what I'm spittin Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks, grindin on the streets Hustlers, servin caine, g's pullin hit
Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks, grindin on the streets Hustlers, servin caine, g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks, grindin on the streets Hustlers, servin caine, g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats Reached locked out loks, grindin on the streets Hustlers, servin caine, g's pullin hit Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek
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ท่อนฮุก ของเพลง Still Preachin' คืออะไร ?
Still makin g music for the cold killers Gangbangers, convicts, pimps, playas, weed smokers and them drug dealers Cap peelers, thiefs, felons and those guerillas
