Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chuuuurch, artist - Obie Trice. Album song The Hangover, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.08.2015
Record label: Black Market Entertainment
Song language: English
Chuuuurch |
| Semi on the couch, 3 bullets up in the cartridge |
| Four runnin the house hopefully God can vouch for us |
| We outlaws |
| Dropped out of school so momma trusting the lord with some Ralph on |
| Identity crisis when the Trice’s divorced |
| So the enemy’s trifling like my pop, no remorse |
| I outsource |
| Get the illest nigga on the block who will bust off a shot for him |
| Find a little spot, some hood home |
| Eighteen now, niggas getting they thug on |
| Gotta get this paper niggas getting they drug on |
| Haters see us caking know they gettin' they mug on |
| Homie losing focus, he don’t wanna traffic |
| He pullin' pistols out on nigga’s up in traffic |
| Jumpin' in they classics fucking with the maggots |
| Got us looking hot, you know that end up being tragic |
| Tell a boy stop, I ain’t got the audacity |
| I just wanna cop, he furious passing me |
| Know the streets watch but him nigga’s is tagging me |
| Say you see O? |
| That’s where the car jacker be |
| Know I keep the mac on me |
| Living out here carelessly |
| Ended up burying I’m listening to the pastor preach |
| Now I face his old earth askin' what it’s worth |
| My sons in the dirt, my nigga got me in the church |
| Thinking I’ll fuck around catch 5 |
| I’m up here in the church |
| Reading Psalm 4 through 5 |
| Homie got me in the church |
| Look in the box he ain’t alive |
| He got me in the church |
| I’m in the church |
| Church |
| Mommy outta high school, voided her college scholarship |
| She want higher knowledge afford, that mean she gotta strip |
| Round this bitch, taintin' her little purity |
| All she banking on is Cartier’s and some jewelry |
| Winning at the poles, hoes, see her body tough |
| No ass shots, mommy just get Pilates up |
| Why they wanna body her, just for tryna make a buck |
| The Devil done embodied her, now she don’t give a fuck |
| Ain’t about college now it’s about a dollar |
| She turnt up, hottest in the city, most popular |
| Ballers want a shot at her, fly her out do shots with her |
| Non-stop shopping for the number one ass dropper |
| But the Devil got binoculars, homie got a wife he’s stalking her through |
| metropolis |
| Tryna get the drop on her but, she ain’t contacted Joy from Cheaters |
| She paid boys with them heaters |
| Put her fucking cleavage beneath us |
| Make her family grieve know the streets is devious |
| Birth name Eve, better known for her apple |
| Them nigga’s blew tree then filled her up with ammo |
| Found her in the trunk she was missing for weeks |
| Made her an example for nigga’s to cheat |
| Shorty was my peeps man may she rest in piece fam |
| Obituary in here, let’s take a seat |
| She got me in the Church |
| Thinking I’ll fuck around catch 5 |
| I’m up here in the church |
| Reading Psalm 4 through 5 |
| She got me in the church |
| Look in the box she ain’t alive |
| She got me in the church |
| I’m in the church |
| Church |
| We ain’t in the pew less there’s a body to view |
| Old folks say niggas irresponsible |
| If he ain’t at the alter meeting our father |
| Most niggas say why bother |
| Unless it’s life altering, then we need Bishop to visit |
| Show us an see something different |
| Lost so many friends it’s religious |
| They in a penitentiary that’s 72 inches beneath |
| Believe in the creator but Sunday’s we gettin' paper |
| Funny how money come up before nigga’s save ya |
| Some don’t come up, sending out prayers |
| Ain’t trying to preach just speaking on our behavior |
| We ain’t in the church less somebody close hurt |
| Spirit leave the earth put his shell in the dirt |
| Shells scattered all over the turf |
| First 48 investigation’s a blur |
| How that look as a murderer up in the church |
| Sitting next to the nigga mother I done murked |
| Demons get to working, palms get to sweating and |
| Heaven’s looking far fetched fuck what the reverend say |
| Me I’m just praying man that I keep a steady hand |
| When them Devil’s is ready to start spraying |
| Take me off the lamb, RIP my brand |
| So my fans and family can see me land |
| Right up in the church |
| Thinking I’ll fuck around catch 5 |
| I’m up here in the church |
| They reading Psalm 1 through 5 |
| Nigga got me in the church |
| Look in the box I ain’t alive |
| I’m up here in the church |
| I’m in the church |
| Church |