, unbroken chain Looking for familiar faces In an empty window pane Listening for the secret Searching for the sound But I could only hear the preacher
Trolley car rings out the morning The whistle blows at noon A cat fight breaks open the night While watch dogs bay at the moon A preacher on an orange
already Chris A OutKast me spar wid so boy nuh try dis If you dis boy shot knaw go miss Gun shot a go teck you just like fits Boy hear me song an' thought
to make it real compared to what *harmonizing* [Mya] Sock it to me now [Common] The real can't be brought or sold, taught or told The boy tried to
put that bitch in reverse And I get the swish and I push the button That boy came out the trunk and Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking Back
know grams upstairs preppin' for church Matchin' up her hat, shoes, pocketbooks and skirts I break her off some dubs, so she can go see the preacher
when I came home last nightSome folks say I'm livin' in sin, but I know (chorus) The Lord loves the drinkin' man The Preacher man he told me boy
you-are? Don't be talkin all them lies like I don't know you boy Don't be talkin all them lies like I can't show you boy (Yea) Put your money up and you
, I'll always remember That was the first day we met I remember what the preacher said "Girl, will you be his wedded wife?" (Forever and ever) "An' stand beside that boy
good, shawty left with no choice, So over your skin, baby phat you're so moist, Leaving with the tins, when I'm macking invoice, My laptop bling and a boy
it would be Because we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around Slim was fresh, yo, when she was underground Original, pure untampered and down sister Boy
with all forces on some Fantastic four or four horsemen Can't do it without ya crew boy Guess who boy, come'n through wit' two boy Nobody but us that
barn yard remedy He passed his wisdom down to me You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive I remember my first crush was on the preacher
shit Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air forces white tank and shit Ain't nothing soft on boy
pimpin' What about you pimpin', I mean I know you fuckin' around with that Purple bag you know what I mean? That Crown Royal, oh boy! I mean, we got
nuff respect, Throbbin' that pussy like a Tonka toy And I'll dick ya down like a Trinnie roughneck! 'Cause you're fuckin' with a man, not a little boy
it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole Lo and behold boy you should've done