Swizz Beatz, Jim Jones - Preach lyrics
[Swizz Beatz, Jim Jones - Preach lyrics]
I told Swizz they ain't ready
For the smoke though (Oh)
Still got niggas that be pointin’
Guns at the po-po
Probably got a picture of your
Auntie in my photos
That was you in front the building
When she was hoppin' out my four door
Shit, but what you like nineteen now?
But you probably still never
Had like nineteen thou'
In my day I had to work
To bring the white fiends down
Brought some crackheads around
Just to wipe the V down
Why drink Rose when Jay got Aces?
Free Leek he was with me the
Other day up in Aces
Bunch of pretty watches with
The frozen up faces
We got them lawyers we can call
Just to close up the cases
Shit, I’m from Harlem
Where that stuntin is outrageous
Went up in the dealer just
To cop somethin' outrageous
Yeah we got parents
But the drug dealers raised us
And shit, I prayed to God
But the lord never saved us
So we stuck what we stuck
What was fuckin' with that?
I pack guns with shoulder stocks
With the muffler attached
We take trips to different places
With the butler attached
Or playback the Maybach, press a button relax
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Supreme Court hearings, brand new McLarens
Suede pipe seats, Tiptronic steering
Baby this is art that come with no commission
Could be a blind man
But you gotta know the vision
Private jets just to blow the izzo
Parden me 'cause I been
Accused of male chauvinism
Gettin' head in the whip
And havin' no collisions
Never lackin' 'cause I keep that
Fully loaded with em
Shit, you know I gotta shout
The bros in prison (Eastside)
My nigga Gleem is like a blow magician
Shit, he cook it up and watch it disappear
Shit, now light it up and let it hit the air
(Light that up) i was spittin’ Ace of Spade
All in this bitch’s ear i told her
Like pretty women like Richard Gere
Uh, pack guns and stay fly is a part of us
Four bitches packed up in the Benz
It's like a party bus all this tough talk
But niggas ain’t as hard as us
I cook coke at the kitchen
Watch it harden up
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Preach
My, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
For the smoke though (Oh)
Still got niggas that be pointin’
Guns at the po-po
Probably got a picture of your
Auntie in my photos
That was you in front the building
When she was hoppin' out my four door
Shit, but what you like nineteen now?
But you probably still never
Had like nineteen thou'
In my day I had to work
To bring the white fiends down
Brought some crackheads around
Just to wipe the V down
Why drink Rose when Jay got Aces?
Free Leek he was with me the
Other day up in Aces
Bunch of pretty watches with
The frozen up faces
We got them lawyers we can call
Just to close up the cases
Shit, I’m from Harlem
Where that stuntin is outrageous
Went up in the dealer just
To cop somethin' outrageous
Yeah we got parents
But the drug dealers raised us
And shit, I prayed to God
But the lord never saved us
So we stuck what we stuck
What was fuckin' with that?
I pack guns with shoulder stocks
With the muffler attached
We take trips to different places
With the butler attached
Or playback the Maybach, press a button relax
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Supreme Court hearings, brand new McLarens
Suede pipe seats, Tiptronic steering
Baby this is art that come with no commission
Could be a blind man
But you gotta know the vision
Private jets just to blow the izzo
Parden me 'cause I been
Accused of male chauvinism
Gettin' head in the whip
And havin' no collisions
Never lackin' 'cause I keep that
Fully loaded with em
Shit, you know I gotta shout
The bros in prison (Eastside)
My nigga Gleem is like a blow magician
Shit, he cook it up and watch it disappear
Shit, now light it up and let it hit the air
(Light that up) i was spittin’ Ace of Spade
All in this bitch’s ear i told her
Like pretty women like Richard Gere
Uh, pack guns and stay fly is a part of us
Four bitches packed up in the Benz
It's like a party bus all this tough talk
But niggas ain’t as hard as us
I cook coke at the kitchen
Watch it harden up
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Preach
Oh my, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh
Preach
My, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh