Lyrics:
God Put His Hand On My Shoulder

stress Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my vest What's wrong with the brakes in the LX? Ran straight into a lightpole, just before I got my life

' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't

put you in the LA Express Teach you how to walk in some high heeled shoes "Are you my pimp?" Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise Oh dear God

asked her had she seen my baby Roll my 6 around, lookin for that missin' lady Got back in turned the TV on and caught the news And I put my hand on my

I love it though I love it though You know Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preachin

it out y'all (put down the, put down the gun son) {Put your guns down, throw your hands up} It's on like that y'all word up, Iron Man comes back {Represent

these bad guys Stay madd fly, madd high In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die On some humble shit, I am on some rumble shit When it's on you should

on them Keep sleeping on them soon they partner creeping on them Committing crimes of passion they in caskets mothers weeping on them With her head in her hands

with his words, a certain - how should I put it? "Je ne sais quoi" is how the French bitches would mention him Never known for lovin them all, havin them drivin his