Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hallelujah, artist - The Game. Album song Jesus Piece, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGC, Interscope
Song language: English
Hallelujah |
| RIP to my nigga George Jefferson |
| Niggas is moving on up |
| And I know Weezy personally |
| Halle motherfucking lujah |
| All my real niggas I salute ya |
| All the bad bitches, I’mma run through ya |
| Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah |
| Damn, damn, damn, damn |
| Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah |
| Damn, damn, damn, damn |
| Heaven’s prays, all I’m tryna do, praise him, praise him |
| Heaven’s prays, all I’m wanna do, praise him, my lord |
| Nigga I ain’t pastor Mason yo |
| Nigga Pat and Ron, peach Ciroc, Ace and y’all |
| And since I got good taste and all |
| This for all the bad bitches couldn’t wait to get they braces off |
| I know we in church, and the way that I’m thinking wrong |
| But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone |
| But I don’t wanna do that, I came to take the service in |
| And stare at all the women who brought they Louis purses in |
| Bad bitches in here, forgive me for my sins |
| I ain’t meant to walk inside the church cursing again |
| I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus |
| But you can’t catch the holy ghost in the Prius |
| Lookin' 'round the church like what that nigga doing here |
| He prolly told on somebody, posed to be doing years |
| But who am I to judge a nigga |
| A.R. |
| don’t wanna go to church, I can’t budge the nigga |
| But I love the nigga, so I’mma go for both us |
| And put these G Star slacks with these Louie loafers |
| He rather sit outside and listen to Hova |
| But the service jumping, the pastor serving my mimosas |
| And all this ass in here, how do I focus |
| Collection plate buldging, damn pastor you the coldest |
| My envelope stay swollen |
| So I’mma count my blessings now, somebody hold this |
| Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap |
| Ain’t paying they tithes, taking up 2 seats |
| And look at God’s house, pack full of sinners |
| With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners |
| Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain’t |
| And your outfit clean but your nose ain’t |
| And I suppose ain’t nobody a liar in here |
| If that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here |
| I’m sure glad we have a choir in here |
| To wake me up everytime I get tired in here |
| And one thing’s for sure, gotta praise the Lord |
| Cause when I went to Undefeated, they still had my fours |
| Fell to the floor like |