Fabolous Lyrics

Album: Real Talk

Church Lyrics

[Reverend preaching]

 Ha ha ha haa

 Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today

 to listen to a young man that's on fiiya

 You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charlie Murphy

 and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

 Fabolous

 

 [Fab:] Preach, Brother preach

 [Rev.:] Fabolous

 [Fab:] Preach Brother preach

 [Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church

 [Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh

 

 [Verse 1]

 Yo, I preach through my raps

 God is watchin me I still reach to my strap

 Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap

 Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my lap

 I teach you to rap in my Sunday School

 These bitches get a one day rule

 You gotta fuck be Monday, cool?

 Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hun play pool

 If not you gotta walk like a runway fool

 Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewels

 If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'll..

 ..be blessed like me 'til then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes

 They should make scriptures wit my flows

 I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes

 So if I throw a dollar at ya scream Hallelujah

 While I grab the neck of my robe and pop a collar to ya

 Church

 

 [Reverend preaching]

 Now in this world that we live in, there's all kinds of pimps

 You got ya playas, ya ballas, ya macs, ya gorrilla

 pimps that take what they want

 Ya all-star pimps... Pimps that (?)

 Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)

 Nice pimps, mean pimps

 

 [Verse 2]

 I feel like the angel of God

 All I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod

 It's like I was put here to put layers in the air

 Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair

 Put pairs in the rear

 I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare

 Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners

 Dis verse is like grace that you say on your dinners

 Girls come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners

 But, I'ma sense of relief

 And I ain't never been a trick kinda like its against my belief

 If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif

 But they say God giveth and He taketh away

 And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K

 If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit

 At the club I get right in

 So if heaven got a ghetto I should fit right in

 God loves me

 

 [Reverend preaching]

 Now just what kind of ho are you?

 Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right)

 Are you a big ho, or a little ho? (Lil' teenie weenie)

 A domestic ho, or an international ho?

 A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?

 

 [Verse 3]

 Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made

 tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it

 You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it

 New York City of God

 I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads

 I'm spittin the gospel

 I hit my apostle's wit the coke that'll heal a sick

 soon as it get in they nostrils

 A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya

 A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor

 And a day or two, you'll be a morgue aroma

 While I go city to city fillin the pieu's up

 I ask God to forgive me while I'm fillin the Uz' up

 Demons won't let me see a man fillin my shoes up

 I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard

 When I'm in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans

 You prolly got the man you love wit you

 But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you?

 Can I get an Amen

 

 [Reverend talking]

 Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes

 But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know

 Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got

 They put a black eye on on the game whenever they play

 They piss in the pool, And they fart on the elevator

 Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it

 They hate change (They hate change)

 And they hate progress

 They hate me and they hate you

 They hate they own momma

 Cuz they think its her fault that they ain't got shit

 But I'm here to tell ya today

 That if you a hater

 Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)

 And someody just put 25 dollars in the collection plate

 So I'ma go up on the corner

 And buy me a fish sandwich

 Y'all hold it down, I'll be right back

 Tha Reverend Charlie Brown

 And don't you ever forget

 Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous, Fabolous

 Bitch ass motherfuckers

 [fades out]