Текст песни Skillz - Pastor Skillz
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"And we`d like to thank our junior ushers for doingsuch a wonderful job, look at `em ... Pastor Skillz`slast sermon with us today. But it`s not a sad timeit`s a wonderful and joyous occassion. PastorSkillz`s last sermon ... Pastor Skillz."Before our presentationI`d like to thank the members of the congregationFor being patientThis morning I got a lil` somethin` to sayHow many of y`all woke up and didn`t even feel like comin` down here?Well, Brother James, it`s a shameI know you`re sitting there, and all you`re worried about is your football gameWell, me and the Lord, we worry about some thingsLike you in the parking lot, smoking on your rock cocaine(Say what?) Man, everybody know itAnd if your mom can`t read the announcements fasterI`ma hafta let her goAnd Sister Alice, you late`Cause don`t think I don`t see you stealin` out my collection plateY`all don`t hear me ... `cause if you did, you`d pray I told you`Cause if you do it in the dark, it`s gonna come to the dayAnd Brother Todd, I know that times is hardAsk the church for help, you ain`t gotta steal money from your jobYou can`t cheat, `cause the man up aboveain`t no sense stealing if ya` gonna blow it at strip clubsAn` Sister Keisha, don`t look in his directionHe wouldn`t be at your strip club if his wife gave him some affectionThe choir need to sing a song for y`allThis morning I need to know what is wrong with y`allSatan`s swinging his swords againSister Kim keyed up the door to my BenzNow the teacher said I got to reach youSomebody said "Pastor, teach" so I`m preachThat`s what I came to doAnd Lord knows, Sister Williams, we all need to pray for youYou can`t do this, I knew you was ghettoIf backsliding was a sport, you`d have a gold medalThe dinners you sold last week was coldAnd the fish you fried was two weeks oldI know you did it, so go on and admit itHalf the choir ain`t here, `cause they home sickY`all my people, but I know ya` wellWe in some troubling times, it ain`t hard to tellBut some a` y`all are goin` to hellIf you keep leaving Bible study to watch Dave ChappelleLord knows I love ya` brothers deepBut don`t sit in the pew if you been smokin` weedI know you`re saying "Pastor, "But Lord, I`ma tell it like it GI isAnd Sister Gladys, ya` need to repent`Cause when I call your house, I hear 50 CentThis house is in a messWe got some problems in here that we need to addressAnd the ushers I shouldn`t have to mentionYou so busy dancing to Usher to pay attentionAnd Brother Wayne, you can`t take the soundYou bootleggin` services and sellin` `em downtownWhat am I gonna do?I can lead you to the door, I can`t take you throughNow bear with me, it`s almost overI gotta speak on it, y`all, and get the dirt off my shoulderI`m a city (?), so you gotta get it clearDeacon Smith`s been having affair for twenty-two yearsSome a` y`all is doin` wrongBut I`m gonna go on, I told ya` I wasn`t gonna hold ya` longNow I ain`t got much more to sayMe and Tony goin` to Shaunie`s, we gonna miss the buffet