"Church" lyrics

Ha-ha-ha-ha
Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
To listen to a young man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church with Reverend Charlie Murphy
And I'ma bring it to you with brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Fabolous

Preach, brother, preach
Fabolous
Preach, brother, preach
Preach to 'em, brother. Church
Yeah. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh

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 with my flows
I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped you for your hoes
So if I throw a dollar at you scream Hallelujah
While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to you
Church

Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps
You got your players, your ballers, your macs, your gorillas
Pimps that take what they want
You're all-star pimps... Pimps that [?]
Pimps with nothin but the Gators on your feet (Preach to 'em, brother)
Nice pimps, mean pimps

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 with me knowin that they're gonna be sinners
But, I'ma sense of relief
And I ain't never been a trick kinda like it's against my belief
If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a thief
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 with the pay. Goddammit
At the club I get right in
So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in
God loves me

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?

Yea, me momma got my name from the baptist who made
The wrong moves with 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 apostles with the coke that'll heal a sick
Soon as it get in their nostrils
A Dros Trios, bring the organs on you
A 40 caliber'll turn you to a organ donor
And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma
While I go city-to-city fillin the pews 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 with a sermon, but that ain't hard
When I'm in the "beamer" before they released 'em to the Germans
You pro'ly got the man you love with you
But wouldn't you rather have the man above with you?
Can I get an "Amen"?

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
You're just a hater. They hate what you got
They put a black eye 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 their own momma
'Cause they think it's her fault that they ain't got shit
But I'm here to tell you today
That if you a hater
Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)
And somebody 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