Translation: Thompson, Gerald. Jesus Is My Rock.
stone, baby, anywhere I lay my hat is my home [CHORUS] They call me white Devil, black Jesus Heaven closes, Hell freezes Black Jesus, white Moses Heaven
can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my
yo my intro's crazy, I'm in a new Mercedes Rocks the same colors as daisy's Y'all niggaz is lazy, I'm on my j-o-b And that's why ya hate on me But here
not my steez, not like me It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees The whole world know I need, a girl that'll curl my toes for
[VERSE 1 - Lil Wayne:] Back the hell off Rock n roll Jesus with all my nails on all I need is a blunt and a bail bond and give these blind motherfuckers
read Word Up magazine Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday, "Rap Attack", Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my
, now it's all in the rags Hard-headed, but my top peelin' back Tinted glass on my '57, nigga with a attitude Me, young and radical, methods are mathematical Let my
gold cross And this Crimson Tide t-shirt throw ya It's cicadas making noise With the Southern voice Jesus is my friend, America is my home Sweet iced
't lyin' to you, love, I only lie to my girl I lust for the riches, what a treat this is The Lord is dealin' with my demons and my weaknesses God, forgive
lose (LMFAO) Lmfao rock the beat and rock the show move your feet on to the floor start to freak and drink some more Im in love with you but the love is
We always rock around We always rock around We gonna rock around We always rock around I was so happy 'bout the love I found 'Til I went to the library
summer I turned a corner in my soul Down that red dirt road It's where I drank my first beer, it's where I found Jesus Where I wrecked my first car,
picture of me I grew up on gospel ?cause that?s all my daddy?d listen to I found my soul in rock and roll when me and my first guitar were introduced Truth is
of my Timbs, to my eyebrows The hostile, english, Olde E widemouth Get PCP fiends, jumpin off cliffs And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off stiff My paragraph alone is
If we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus He done creeping deep puttin' those to sleep Till I raise up on my enemies Let's get
a hit, that shit sound crazy Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga Damn I missed my nigga call, check my
Atheists turn Christian when I rock my True Religions It's that real when I'm rockin pastel These n-ggas wanna wonder what they have on me I'm stickin to my