Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Church Bells, artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 07.08.2017
Song language: English
Church Bells |
| Rastafari-ari |
| Haile Selassie eye |
| Taj Mahal ghost limit us, oh |
| Empress, oh |
| Ah when the church bell ring |
| And you hear the fat lady sing |
| Them shooters never ever try this again |
| Man dead, we shot with fire |
| No start no fling, no, oh |
| When the church bell ring |
| And when the fat lady sing, oh, oh |
| Them shooters never mistaken |
| Man dead, we shot with fire |
| No start no fling, no, no, no, no, no |
| P too |
| Screamin' on the corner like a Hebrew Israelite |
| Frightened with the titans |
| Wolf thug love, niggas is likin' the lycan |
| Bullshit thugs get a knife to your Nike and |
| Pop your air bubble, yeah niggas don’t fear trouble |
| Uh, the men pop thirty |
| Off digital jam, the Hancock Herbie |
| Go, P, a thug in his essence |
| Fuck faggots, unrequited love is the message |
| Sean poppin' for the nation |
| Or pay him, non-non-profit organization |
| Uh, I beat your ass for free |
| Then sip weed grass with Talib Kweli, P |
| Oh, yes, sing |
| Ah when the church bell ring |
| And you hear the fat lady sing |
| Them shooters never ever try this again |
| Man dead, we shot with fire |
| No start no fling, no, oh |
| When the church bell ring |
| And when the fat lady sing, oh, oh |
| Them shooters never never mistaken |
| Man dead, we shot with fire |
| No start no fling, no, no, no, no, no |
| No, no, no, no |
| Yo, uh, to whom it may concern |
| I’m not concerned with whatever this shit may concern |
| My eighth burn in place, your ashes in the urn |
| Compassionate with rappin', lot of action with the words |
| I’m what you hope to be, vocally |
| Socially a misfit, loco with the biscuit |
| Uh, cry ouch when I enter |
| My GemStar make your Goose fly for the winter |
| No fashion, a fad |
| Drug traffickin', rappin', stashin' the smack in the cab |
| African-American, more American than African |
| Crackers wanna put me in the box and send me back with them |
| Top five, I’m top gun |
| Rappers all wack with the raps, but not son |
| Nigga, you fell for the knife’s slaughter, fool |
| Sean cool, in Hell with ice water, P |
| Ah when the church bell ring |
| And you hear the fat lady sing |
| Them know them shooters never mistaken |
| Man dead, we shot with fire |
| No start no fling |
| Oh, when the church bell ring |
| And when the fat lady sing |
| Them shooters never mistaken |
| Man dead, we shot with fire |
| No start no fling, no |
| Today we’re going to learn how to play the P Chord. |
| The first thing you wanna |
| do is get your fingers in this position. |
| And if you lift your middle finger, |
| it becomes a P Minor |