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Übersetzung: Joan Baez. Good Christian Kings.
: [B.G.] (talking) Wassup, Uh Huh This one here for my lil' queen And my lil' king, ya heard me Lil' Christopher and lil' Christiane, ya know Look man
the King, but most ain't feeling me main They would rather let they money stack, tryna get a hundred stack They pockets fat, but they not ready when Christ
on our brothers We had a sentence of death within ourselves, but God gave comfort and grace and gave an escape A physical affliction is that of Christ
is better Like 2nd Kings 7, sharing good news like the four lepers That, this world is gone pass away And we live in the last of day Christ is the way
to compare to the Son Or foot the bill for our sin that no money can pay So all your good works now are worthless without faith And, only Jesus Christ
gave joy, he gave joy, he gave ?He gave joy, he gave joy, he gave? I?ll be good, I?ll be good, I?ll be ?I?ll be good, I?ll be good, I?ll be? Yeah (Thanks
18, dog I did great things. Bazing, haze king, retire with 8 rings. Now im boasting, because its platinum with ice. Now my chain look like the poster for the Passion Of Christ
when you tell them how to drive And when they're afraid they let you speak for them All hail the king of intimidation Model of good Christian behavior
good hair and light skinned A white pigment with a budget that's like spending Infatuated with heaven although I like sinning Say I'd never claim to be, but I'm quite Christian
I payin' this price for fame now with the shame I'm goin' blame cause I'm solo empty. When I can stop and give it all to Christ cause in his name no weapon
Word(Word) [Layzie:] Now Imma Pay This Price For Fame Wat A Shame Im To Blame Kuhz Ma Soul On Empty Wen I Can Stop N Give It All To Christ Kuhz In
: I was born saved in heaven It was nothing like the promised land Raised in a good christian house Underneath a good christian hand I was schooled down
say Selassie I liveth everytime, what me say [Chorus:] Boy you coulda put on the wings of de morning and fly There is no escape from King Selassie I
Good Christian fear, for sinners here The silent Word is pleading So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh Come peasant king to own Him The King of kings
who you think I am I know who I am I'm not who you think I am I know who I am I'm not who you think I am I know who I am I'm rock I'm roll Nat King
again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't DO-GOOD at marriage