Preacher's Daughter (Explicit) - Wu-Tang Clan
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
Yo pa I got a lady
I'm 'bout to make her my baby
Might even make a baby
The thesis makin' her crazy
She know my style wavy
I'm circlin' her Mercedes
Father father was a preacher
I'm almost certain he hates me
But he ain't gotta date me and look
His baby is grown
And she decides on her own
Who resides on the throne
I'm her king she my queen
We keep it right in the zone
And she understands the fact
That I'm even right when I'm wrong
When she was prayin' in church
I was playin' in dirt
That's 100
I admit that we both was playin' at first
When opposites attract
I ain't always sayin' it works
I'm just sayin'
Ain't no use in me strayin'
That make it worse
It's Wu-Tang baby
My crew bang
And she's the preacher's daughter
I just call her my boo thang
And we tighter than shoestrings
Or 10 grand in rubber bands
Man sometimes I tell your parents
Just don't understand
Now
Yo you mean Pastor Brown's daughter
The preacher
The rich slave-maker of the poorer
I used to see her Sundays
Comin' from church
We used to kick it at her window
When her pops at work
Yo her parents didn't play
She couldn't even come out
To play on a school day
Thought she was gonna give me
Some on April Fool's day
(But no no way) nah
(no no-no no-no no-no way)
The preacher's daughter
She an illegitimate child
She know the word
But she be runnin' in them streets foul
She married to a man
But she's crushin' his brother now
See her in the market place
Loud and boisterous
With tight spandex on
Chokin' her oysters
She a seductress in the form
Of a goddess
Never virtuous or modest
Poison the part is
Breakin' the vessel
Turn brother against brother
Man that's how she molest you
That's why the preacher man
Prolly a mess too
Cause the fruit
That she devourin' is evil
Never sin around righteous people
Black widow preacher's daughter
Comin' to eat you
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
I met her on the bus stop
With black eyes
That's why she said
She don't f**k with black guys
I cleaned her up
Fed her all my wisdom
Her father spit the gospel
But she never caught the vision
Brutal a** whoopins
Always facin' these evictions
So she only f**k with thugs
That'll wind up in the system
Them greasy bastards quick
To squeeze a ratchet
Never knew the science of virtue
Ecclesiastes
Like a time for peace
A time for war
A time to laugh though
She never felt God before
Eternal love that'll pop
Like a kernel this is grown folk talk
Between me and her
It don't concern you
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
