| The only girl that could ever please me
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| Was the daughter of a preacher man
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| The only girl that could ever please me
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| Was the daughter of a preacher man
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| Yo, pa, I got a lady, I’m 'bout to make her my baby
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| Might even make a baby, the thesis makin' her crazy
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| She know my style wavy, I’m circlin' her Mercedes
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| Father, father was a preacher, I’m almost certain he hates me
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| But he ain’t gotta date me and look, his baby is grown
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| And she decides on her own who resides on the throne
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| I’m her king, she my queen, we keep it right in the zone
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| And she understands the fact that I’m even right when I’m wrong
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| When she was prayin' in church, I was playin' in dirt
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| That’s 100, I admit that we both was playin' at first
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| When opposites attract, I ain’t always sayin' it works
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| I’m just sayin' ain’t no use in me strayin', that make it worse
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| It’s Wu-Tang, baby, my crew bang
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| And she’s the preacher’s daughter, I just call her my boo thang
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| And we tighter than shoestrings, or 10 grand in rubber bands
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| Man, sometimes I tell your parents just don’t understand
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| No. yo, you mean Pastor Brown’s daughter?
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| The preacher, the rich slave-maker of the poorer?
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| I used to see her Sundays comin' from church
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| We used to kick it at her window when her pops at work
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| Yo, her parents didn’t play
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| She couldn’t even come out to play on a school day
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| Thought she was gonna give me some on April Fool’s day
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| (But no, no way) nah, (no, no-no, no-no, no-no way)
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| The preacher’s daughter, she an illegitimate child
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| She know the Word, but she be runnin' in them streets foul
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| She married to a man, but she’s crushin' his brother now
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| See her in the market place loud and boisterous
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| With tight spandex on, chokin' her oysters
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| She a seductress in the form of a goddess
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| Never virtuous or modest, poison the part is
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| Breakin' the vessel, turn brother against brother
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| Man, that’s how she molest you
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| That’s why the preacher man prolly a mess too
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| Cause the fruit that she devourin' is evil
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| Never sin around righteous people
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| Black widow, preacher’s daughter comin' to eat you
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| The only girl that could ever please me
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| Was the daughter of a preacher man
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| The only girl that could ever please me
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| Was the daughter of a preacher man
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| The only girl that could ever please me
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| Was the daughter of a preacher man
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| The only girl that could ever please me
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| Was the daughter of a preacher man
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| I met her on the bus stop with black eyes
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| That’s why she said she don’t fuck with black guys
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| I cleaned her up, fed her all my wisdom
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| Her father spit the gospel but she never caught the vision
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| Brutal ass whoopins, always facin' these evictions
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| So she only fuck with thugs that’ll wind up in the system
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| Them greasy bastards quick to squeeze a ratchet
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| Never knew the science of virtue, Ecclesiastes
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| Like, a time for peace, a time for war
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| A time to laugh though, she never felt God before
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| Eternal love that’ll pop like a kernel, this is grown folk talk
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| Between me and her, it don’t concern you
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| The only girl that could ever please me
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| Was the daughter of a preacher man
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| The only girl that could ever please me
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| Was the daughter of a preacher man
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| The only girl that could ever please me
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| Was the daughter of a preacher man
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| The only girl that could ever please me
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| Was the daughter of a preacher man |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Preacher's Daughter, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Album song A Better Tomorrow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп