Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da God, artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Song language: English
Da God |
| Peace peace peace… |
| Ayyo, who the fuck beatin’the God… peepin’the God? |
| Groupie hoe from the show, wanna sleep with the God |
| Wanna late-night creep with the God |
| Wanna fuck all night 'til she tired, count sheep with the God |
| She like: «Ruck, could you skeet in me, God? |
| Hell no, hoe! |
| You must think somethin’sweet with the God |
| Don’t try to get deep with the God |
| Don’t try to conversate 'n holdin’hands down the street with the God |
| She thinkin’about leavin’the God |
| I don’t care, it’s up to you to choose, bitch, even the ug’s |
| Even ma squad say: «She be deceivin’you, God |
| She’s the eightieth, she ain’t even believe in the Gods.» |
| «Fatal Attraction"bitch got heat for the God |
| So I backsmack the left-side of the cheek on the broad |
| Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes |
| But this time I must be outta my goddamned mind |
| The arm-leg-leg-arm-head? |
| gone is your bread |
| With no church we pardon the dead |
| All praise to AKs 'n coffins, |
| When God in the spot you see the devil often |
| You scared? |
| Go to church! |
| You scared? |
| Get a dog, nigga, this shit hurts! |
| Pardon me God, get to speak to 'em |
| Please show 'em the light, throw the heat to 'em! |
| She say she wanna get with the God |
| Then get slick 'n try to slit me, Lord |
| You might think that I’m hard |
| Give us free like «Amistad»! |
| Now, these dudes tryna beat the God |
| Like I ain’t live up the block with a murderer squad |
| Now, these dudes is supposedly hard |
| But they ran to police when I pulled the rod |
| The actions of my calalry — broad |
| But I have 1 jail pass? |
| one last card |
| Who in the street with the God? |
| Got a hundred grands, you can eat with the God |
| Yes, there ain’t nuthin’sweet with the God |
| Gotta come a lil better, took a P with the God |
| There is a evil to God |
| 40 in ya face leaves your snore piece charred |
| Dig out your pocket, snatch a lil award |
| Give half to Price 'cause we peasant of God |
| I heard y’all niggaz bad speakin’to God |
| Damn! |
| That’s fucked up, it wasn’t like that last week with the God |
| Y’all niggaz wanna clap heat at the God |
| I ain’t singin’shit? |
| I’ma let the gat speak for the God |
| If your shit fat then get on a track with the God, |
| If your shit wack you can’t get on a track with the God |
| Fuck I look like? |
| Y’all batch ass niggaz is the shook type |
| Missy on the chorus, the song is wack with the hook type |
| Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes |
| But this time I must be outta ma goddamned mind |
| Everybody wanna rap like the God *pff* |
| Go outta town 'n grab the pound 'n sell crack for the God |
| You ain’t gotta do that for the God |
| All you gotta do is cop the L, peep the ??? |
| crack for the God (Pee!) |
| The arm-leg-leg-arm-head? |
| gone is your bread |
| With no church we pardon the dead |
| All praise to AKs 'n coffins, |
| When God in the spot you see the devil often |
| You scared? |
| Go to church! |
| You scared? |
| Get a dog, nigga, this shit hurts! |
| Pardon me God, get to speak to 'em |
| Please show 'em the light, throw the heat to 'em! |
| «Everybody wanna… rap with the God» |
| «Got… ta come a lil better, took a P with the God» |
| «Now, I done wrote a lotta goddamn rhymes |
| But this time I must be outta my goddamned mind» |
| «The God» |