Fo Da Love of Dis

作词 : Timothy Grimes/Kerry Williams

作曲 : Timothy Grimes/Kerry Williams

I am the perfect example of a God, no doubt

Bow! Shock ya now, and running off at the mouth

A lot of crews be, advocating Uzis

Profusely, but word is life, you lose me

My reward G, for casting worldly jewels be

Girlies seduce me, reverends rebuke me

See, I touch the cut with such god like skill

No tricks, in 96, it’s time to build

Shah, be easy on the cut, no mistakes allowed

Talk style, buck wild, set s**t off ‘bout now

Ta-dow! How, the f**k you like us now?

On the case like Johnny Cochrane in the OJ Simpson trial

I can do this for a while getting you to rock a crowd

Be like getting chocolate milk from your uncle’s chocolate cow

No way, no how, your aging-a** style’s gonna taketh me out

It ain’t hittin’ right now

C**k ya, pow, pow, two shots for Rozelle

Peace to Power God, X Unique and Israel

Even though you’re locked down, you’re still right there

All the brothers who ain’t here

Reside right beneath my hair

Hell yeah, I swear God is in your atmosphere

Lyrics swift, and changeable just like the troposphere

Drop a pair Nike Air, Jordans in your ear

Fly, lyrical wear my flavor for the year

Get your paws off your **** before you roll the next blunt

Throw your hands the **k up, pass the cash to the front, boy

We hosed it down like a son of a b***h

'Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

See, we hosed it down like a son of a *****

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

Boy, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

See, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

Boy, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

See, I nice the mic for the love of this s**t

Got it? Better get it, 'cause I ain’t never bullsh***ed

Slang spit it, did it for truly something awful, black

Learned this, taught that

I was God blessed since the year the Father spoke to Culture

Y’all don’t know but your girlfriend should have told ya

‘Cause sister girl was sugar something sweet kid

Peep how she did and I’ll might have to split ya wig

And obviously God’ll just be advocating

Manifestation of the man

God in the flesh black soldier flawless

Rawness, ni***s be screaming “aw s**t”

Listen kid, you know that s**t ain’t right

You up here acting like

You got some words for this mic

My word is life, I take you to another height

Make you pudding ni***s know what it’s like to be nice

You ain’t no real rhymers, sometimers, and TEC-9ers

Creating problems for the great civilizers

I hosed it down like a son of a b***h

'Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

See, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

Boy, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

See, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

Boy, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

I do this with this loveliness yo

This ain’t some other crew’s flow

Jewels do come with this though

Uh oh! Po-po, wake me before you go go

Ghetto, I know that half these rappers so-so

So, yo yo; I feel it’s time to change the climate again

I’m not rhyming like them, Wise God shining again

See, Shakiyla’s still the sister, be careful if you diss her

One of these days n***a, pow, right in the kisser

Oh yeah, I’m ‘bout to get ya if you p***y, I’ma d**k ya

A flow pitch switcher, the lyric it’ll lick ya

I be sitting back and watching all these thieving-a** rappers

Yam and mashed potato ni***s come in studio

Got teacher one, teacher two, and teacher three

Why do all these rappers seem to sound like me?

I ought to quit it but the damage, I done did it

Might as well forget it proceed to spit it like you bit it

Culture, Shah, you with it? when I say hit it, hit it

Mute the kick and snare, leave the bass line in it – hit it!

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I am the maker the owner

The cream of the planet d**n it

Can it get any better than perfection?

Cracker look we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

See, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

Boy, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

See, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t

Boy, we hosed it down like a son of a b***h

‘Cause we be doing this for the love of the s**t