how you've been synching Long distance century buzzes and fades I wonder why you've not resigned Previews processions and parades You've got to grind, grind
Übersetzung: Die Kirche. Mahlen.
back And do your work to the max The payoff's much sweeter than the payback Even the haysack needle wouldn't play that So let's pray at, church (church
through your areas to burry you I slow you down take your Rolex with the bezel too The B.G. a HB off VL Tips on the creek rang choppers like a church
Until they know who died for sins. So look what grace did. Not for us to stay hid Inside our comfort zones At home in mama's basement. Get out on the grind
a nigga, but think that you can't have a nigga Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself If you scared go to church, I know it hurts To find out
bump 'n grind with you. Can we get together when the time is cool? It's alright with me, if it's alright with you. All you wanna do is bump 'n grind with
why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the
, you'll never know what the time'll tell And see the star or find the scale? We be buying or you tryna sell You either fall or you grind the rails [
A star, do you wanna be a star? Can't find your, lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star [Krayzie Bone] I know the grind, she tryin to be a star, she
mine to the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol my only untensil for cheddar It's on the level war Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or
: Is there anyone that fails Is there anyone that falls Am I the only one in church today feelin? so small Cause when I take a look around Everybody
bring you to total silence ...for once For I find no pleasure in your physical pain I want your christian soul to crumble Your fucking soul When I have seen your church
, need to make this music work or move from the Earth I'm preachin' fire, need a choir, 'bout to take you all to church My congregation bombed the nation
: I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime Come on it takes me nowhere which I know Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs and things
Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt Gucci so gutta he'll steal money out ya purse Lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church Ya love white
I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try No two, no three, no four, know why? Because one's four-five might blow yo' high You ain't gotta go to church
