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Fabolous

Composição de: C.M. Murphy/John Jackson
[Reverend preaching] 
Ha ha ha haa 
Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today 
to listen to a young man that's on fiiya 
You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy 
and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S 
Fabolous 

[Fab:] Preach, Brother preach 
[Rev.:] Fabolous 
[Fab:] Preach Brother preach 
[Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church 
[Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh 

[Verse 1] 
Yo, I preach through my raps 
God is watchin me I still reach to my strap 
Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap 
Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap 
I teach you to rap in my Sunday School 
These bitches get a one day rule 
You gotta fuck be Monday, cool? 
Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool 
If not you gotta walk like a runway fool 
Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels 
If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll.. 
..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes 
They should make scriptures wit my flows 
I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes 
So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah 
While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya 
Church 

[Reverend preaching] 
Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps 
You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla 
pimps that take what they want 
Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?) 
Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother) 
Nice pimps, mean pimps 

[Verse 2] 
I feel like the angel of God 
All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod 
It's like I was put here to put layers in the air 
Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair 
Put pairs in the rear 
I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare 
Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners 
Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners 
Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners 
But, I'ma sense of relief 
And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief 
If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif 
But they say God giveth and He taketh away 
And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K 
If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit 
At the club I get right in 
So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in 
God loves me 

[Reverend preaching] 
Now just what kind of ho are you? 
Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right) 
Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie) 
A domestic ho, or an international ho? 
A rich ho, or a broke ass ho? 

[Verse 3] 
Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made 
tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it 
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it 
New York City of God 
I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads 
I'm spittin the gospel 
I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick 
soon as it get in they nostrils 
A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya 
A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor 
And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma 
While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up 
I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up 
Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up 
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard 
When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans 
You prolly got the man you love wit you 
But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? 
Can I get an Amen 

[Reverend talking] 
Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes 
But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know 
Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got 
They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play 
They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator 
Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it 
They hate change (They hate change) 
And they hate progress 
They hate me and they hate you 
They hate they own momma 
Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit 
But I'm here to tell ya today 
That if you a hater 
Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen) 
And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate 
So I'ma go up on the corner 
And buy me a fish sandwich 
Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back 
Tha Reverend Charlie Brown 
And don't you ever forget 
Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous 
Bitch ass motherfuckers 
[fades out]
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