Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Line, artist - Lecrae. Album song Real Talk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.10.2006
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
The Line |
You know it’s on and poppin and ain’t no stoppin |
Keepin the party rockin for God who’s watchin |
Without Christ the Rock who would rock ya body? |
Who would rock the party and rock the lobby? |
He gave us a reason to praise Him up in the steeple |
When He came down and died for the evil that we do |
We ain’t playin games, reppin His name to gain change |
We do this to maintain, and change the mainframe |
Gangstas that gangbang, hustlas that slang thangs |
We know you a sinner but it’s time for a name change |
It’s the |
Holy Rock-repper |
Reppin the Rock |
Whether or not |
It’s hot on ya block |
In the hot weather |
We in the party screaming, Jesus whut! |
See somebody wildin out then what you seen was us |
We keep it krunk for Christ because of His redeeming love |
We gone rep him till we die or till He beams us up |
So get em up |
You rollin with the line now baby |
Get your hands up high now baby |
We keep it krunk for Christ |
We’ll never change that |
The same cats |
Rockin even after the cows came back |
Get your hands up |
Get your hands up |
Get your hands up |
Get your hands up |
Ta-dow |
How you like me now |
I’m in the mix |
See I’m a fiend for Jesus Christ |
And I’m about to get my fix |
With the krunkness |
I hope you feeling my worship |
Now peep my drunkness |
Because the Spirit is working |
We pray you pump this |
To all your friends that are worldly |
To see we bump this |
Because we know that it worthy |
I’m from the dirty |
The place where they say that the cops got him |
Or the Glock shot him |
This is where people hit rock bottom |
Crack houses and dirty spouses |
How can you not spot em |
Because of this drama |
I nicknamed my block Sodom |
But God took this brother |
One common, a dime a dozen |
And brought me back to His loving |
Delivered me from destruction |
From the land of the Trill |
Worse than Amityville |
With one hand on the wheel |
And one hand on the steel |
Do His commandments and will |
He understands how I feel |
But He called me to run as hard as Emmit ran on the field |
Now get em up |
You rollin with the line now baby |
Get your hands up high now baby |
We keep it krunk for Christ |
We’ll never change that |
The same cats |
Rockin even after the cows came back |
Get your hands up |
Get your hands up |
Get your hands up |
Get your hands up |
Ride with this Christian partner |
While we present the Father |
Vibe to this rhythm holla |
Live till you hear them holla |
Or see them follow, forsaking Impalas and dollars |
And smoking la-la, for popping collars in honor to Abba |
Now wild out, and get crunk to this Plumbline collaboration |
We out to grab this nation till God get His adoration |
Aye yo this beat got us |
Jumpin and stompin |
We keep it pumpin like Jesus comin |
I see you runnin |
You keepin somethin from me, you frontin |
But you can’t front on Jehovah, He knows ya |
Not J-A-Y but J-E young soldier |
I told ya, He’s the Owner mayne |
He want it, He says it, and get it, it’s over mayne |
He gave us the life that we livin, He owns us mayne |
You either rollin with the Rock or get rolled over mayne |
You rollin with the line now baby |
Get your hands up high now baby |
We keep it krunk for Christ |
We’ll never change that |
The same cats |
Rockin even after the cows came back |
Get your hands up |
Get your hands up |
Get your hands up |
Get your hands up |