Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born Again Christian, artist - Raheem.
Date of issue: 31.05.1992
Song language: English
Born Again Christian |
You remember when your mommy used to take you to church |
And tie your shoes so tight until your ankles hurt? |
Everybody in the spirit, me myself I’m bored |
But mama spanked me in my head and I was «Praise the Lord!» |
When the choir started singin all you seen was gals |
But there was one particular girl I wanted to be my pal |
Her name was Jenny, she never used to come outside |
Cause her parents were rich and real dignified |
When she was a regular on Sunday school |
I said «Ma, I wanna join,» she said (shut up, fool) |
So I ran to the preacher and I begged to serve |
He said (you in Sunday school, you must be out yo mind! |
You is the baddest little thing that the church done seen |
You get suspended every month, you’re too bad, Raheem!) |
So I went down on my knee and said, «Holy Christ |
Thy is the ??? |
and the eternal light» |
So he looked at me a minute and he said (Yeah cool |
But I’m tellin ya, my mama didn’t raise no fool |
First rule and regulation if you step out of line |
I’ma throw you in the street on your narrow behind!) |
So I got up off the ground and I was «Yeah man, peace» |
Started minglin with and Denise |
As I mingled with the ladies Jenny walked on by |
I was stuck between «hello,» «how you’re doin» and «hi» |
But I finally said somethin and the girl said (hey.) |
I musta prayed all week for the next Sunday |
Now the Sunday finally came and I was in my seat |
When the teacher wrote on the board 'Raheem, do not speak' |
I ain’t really come for speakin, so I ain’t get vexed |
Until she started askin questions and mine was next |
Jenny lookin at me, man, I gotta get this right |
The teacher said (class, we’re out of time, you can finish tonight) |
So I caught up with the girl and said, «Hey, I’m new |
But I’d really like to spend a little time with you |
Maybe candle light dinner or a movie or two |
Or maybe just the wild thing,» she said (not with you |
I’m a church-going girl, you gotta marry me first) |
I said, «What? |
You ain’t old enough to carry a purse!» |
She said (My mama always told me that’s the thing with men |
If you let em get it once, you never see em again) |
Well, I asked her for her number but her mom came in |
And said (Jenny, don’t you let me see you talking to him |
He’s a crooked ???, ain’t gon' be jack) |
I was kinda insulted but I ain’t sweat that crap |
Well, we made it to the church, the preacher started to preach |
I fell asleep cause he was speakin that same old speech |
Started dreamin 'bout Jenny, boy, and all I seen |
Was me and her in full effect with a little Raheem |
Now the Sunday after that I’m in the mood for sex |
I said, «Jenny, skip the church, so we can rub some necks» |
(Ah-ah, I’m a virgin and I’ll always be |
And it’s guys like you that make it hard for me) |
Cut the frontin, baby doll, you know you want some of this |
So put your Bible on the ground and give the Father a kiss |
(Kiss you? A-ah, you must be sick in your head) |
Well, forget the kissin, baby, take it straight to the bed |
Cause I’m the real enchilada when the heat gets warm |
And I been waitin on your body since the day I was born |
No need to rush because we still got time |
And I’ma give you 30 seconds just to show you that I’m |
The one perfect for the job of helpin you to get off |
Any other you meet, I guarantee he’ll be soft |
No stamina in his body, he ain’t know how to ride |
I can even give a?? |
massage? |
let you stand outside |
(Ooh — Raheem, you crazy and you make me sick) |
I got the perfect thing for you, and this is it |
Throw away your negativity and have some fun |
Cause who knows when this is over and your life is done |
If you really go to heaven or you’re goin to hell |
Are you ready now, baby? |
(Well, I might as well) |
12 o’clock Monday evening, that’s the time of the crime |
But she on the 4th floor and that’s a ladder to climb |
When I got up to the ladder she was up there sleep |
Snorin louder than a mother countin many a sheep |
I said, «Damn!» |
so I tapped her glass |
And tried to wake the girl but nearly bust my — |
Well, I went home mad cause I never did get none |
But that ain’t nothin cause I gotta meet the next one |
Before I go there’s one thing I’ma mention |
Never mess around with a girl if she a Born Again Christian |