Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Club Church/Club Hell, artist - KhrysisDate of issue: 31.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Club Church/Club Hell |
| What if the club was a church, the DJ was the pastor |
| Shots was communion, let’s break bread |
| Hands paying just to get in like they payin' they ties |
| But you can’t come as you are, the dress code kinda tight |
| See the in the dresses sweatin' out they weaves |
| While they sweatin' out their stresses |
| Niggas yellin' «preach!» |
| when the hearin' all the verses |
| 'specially the ones they love the most |
| 2 Chainz came on and all the people caught the holy ghost |
| Singin' like a choir we acquire all the things that we desire |
| Let the chronic get the best of me like Mya |
| Higher power, still raining like light showers |
| This is sounds of blackness like a speaker up at Howard |
| How that sound to ya? |
| Listen while I paint a vision |
| When shots rang out, we call it the Benediction |
| Headed for the door they get saved like baptisms |
| Asking for forgiveness cause it hurts, yo |
| This is Club Church, say that |
| This is Club Church, say that |
| I see a girl, I’m saying Good Lord, Hallelujah |
| I’m saying Good Lord, Hallelujah |
| What if heaven was a club and God was the owner |
| Peter was the bouncer, Jesus the promoter |
| I’m in a long line that stretches way back |
| There’s a club called Hell, it’s easy to get in and it stay back |
| The man in front of me told me that it was hot |
| Said he been there and back, and I’m guessin' that say a lot |
| We getting' closer, closer, I’m hopin' I ain’t too late |
| Walking up a strawy, before I reach the pearly gates |
| Good Lord, I made it to the front of the line |
| I took a peek, these girls was angels man I swear they was fine |
| I know, I know — I swear I’m tryna get this lust off my mind |
| You think that God would probably mind if I see one last time? |
| I hope He let it slide, it’s just a sinny, sin, sin |
| Between Norma D and make it twin, twin, twin |
| See, I was born again but I guess he ain’t convinced |
| Cause Peter looked at me and said my name ain’t on the list, god damn |
| (Bouncer/Peter) Nah, nah, my brother, you gotta get in the other line, man |
| (Add-2) Yo, dawg, I’m on the list |
| (P) Naw, your name ain’t on the list man |
| (A) You don’t you know who I am? |
| (P) Naw, man, you over there |
| (A) Yo yo yo, I know Jesus dawg, I know Jesus, Jesus is my homie |
| Hey! |
| Yo, Jesus! |
| Jesus! |
| Hey it’s me nigga! |
| Get your hands off me man, don’t touch me! |
| Aight, I’ll go. |
| I be back though |
| Don’t make me come up and set this whole place |
| I don’t care if all you mufuckas wear white |
| I don’t care about your whiteboard, ok? |
| Part 2: Club Hell |
| Come take a trip, like you seen how I fell |
| On the road of destruction, on the highway to hell |
| N-n-n-now now we roll, rollin' in a Diablo |
| Not now we pull up, pull up like Chicago |
| Standing out, everybody tryna fit in |
| I’m standing out cause everybody wanna fit in |
| Same days, True Religion and a fitted |
| Walking through the door like it don’t cost a thing to get in |
| Who you see? |
| Thugs, killas |
| Straight laced millionaires, crooked politicians |
| Been a thous' up in this bitch, don’t forget the hoes |
| Lawyers everywhere you go, and this white dude named |
| And that turn you down and that liquor turn you up |
| It so hot up in this club feel like I might be burnin' up |
| And then Satan said «what up, you feelin' low I get you high» |
| Go inside of Hell’s kitchen get a slice of devil’s pie |
| We just party everyday sleeping with a Jezabel |
| Ain’t a heaven for a G, but I know that there’s a hell |
| And then Satan shared a secret, I don’t know if you heard |
| God don’t send people to hell he just send 'em back to Earth |