Текст песни L.L. Cool J - God Bless
L.L. Cool J - God Bless слова песни
Intro:UhDefinitely gonna be butter, nahmean?It`s gone be butter, nahmean?Uh, swerve on em, uh yeahCrack the Mo, here we goI`m in the mood to let the chickenheads flowSon, no doubt, god it`s realEvery member of my clique is equipped with steelSuga, let`s (HEESHA!), uhh, god blessVerse 1:Just the type of man that can lace the crowdWhich ya hands on ya [BLANK] or you could raise them proudI bust shots offPut my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-terI got a lock ya, flavour to bringGot the championships so I`ma savour the ringChurch boy, raised by my grandmommaHome-bred, I dead all the dramaI`m like the mystical funk technicianIt`s a sign of the times, guards on a missionChorus:God bless ya lover, god bless you (x4)Verse 2:Have mercy!Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirstyBless the sky, energy created by my third childSwerve wit it, get it get itFeels good to bust shots at the criticsYou crave more taste of my funkWhen my track drop ain`t enough space in ya trunkSoul for real, but not the groupI`m solo goin for dolo in the drop CoupeI distribute melodies while ya gold treesStep a dip like a flip, `96 kisChorus x 2Matter fact take it to the bridgeBridge:God blessGod bless ya lover*repeat*Verse 3:Honey dippin off my Nautica sleevesWith them Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheeseShouldn`t hate me cos I`m raw(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that shit beforeBut you see miracles when you`re lyricalOff some LL shit, chickens get hystericalCos I..... form like VoltronLet`s get it on and take ya chime bomb (*explosion*)Knock it offI like your style but it`s a slight bit softSon, the LL rule, huhI pick it up and lay it down mad coolIt`ll cost you a fortune (What?)For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchinChorus to fadeOutro: (*over chorus*)It`s all built for `96 kid!No diggity, *?Rehaud?* lace meNahmean? Lil Chris in the houseOl Moms, Big E and the famYo son, who`s next?