God Bless Lyrics by L.l. Cool J

God Bless Lyrics

    Intro:

    Uh
    Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?
    It's gone be butter, nahmean?
    Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah
    Crack the mo, here we go
    I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow
    Son, no doubt, god it's real
    Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
    Suga, let's (heesha!), uhh, god bless

    Verse 1:

    Just the type of man that can lace the crowd
    Which ya hands on ya [blank] or you could raise them proud
    I bust shots off
    Put my hands on my shorty and i make it hot-ter
    I got a lock ya, flavour to bring
    Got the championships so i'ma savour the ring
    Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
    Home-bred, i dead all the drama
    I'm like the mystical funk technician
    It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission

    Chorus:
    God bless ya lover, god bless you (x4)

    Verse 2:

    Have mercy!
    Nowadays i got them other niggas acting thirsty
    Bless the sky, energy created by my third child
    Swerve wit it, get it get it
    Feels good to bust shots at the critics
    You crave more taste of my funk
    When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk
    Soul for real, but not the group
    I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop coupe
    I distribute melodies while ya gold trees
    Step a dip like a flip, '96 kis

    Chorus x 2

    Matter fact take it to the bridge

    Bridge:
    God bless
    God bless ya lover
    *repeat*

    Verse 3:

    Honey dippin off my nautica sleeves
    With them gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
    Shouldn't hate me cos i'm raw
    (i thought you fell off kid!) you said that shit before
    But you see miracles when you're lyrical
    Off some ll shit, chickens get hysterical
    Cos i..... form like voltron
    Let's get it on and take ya chime bomb (*explosion*)
    Knock it off
    I like your style but it's a slight bit soft
    Son, the ll rule, huh
    I pick it up and lay it down mad cool
    It'll cost you a fortune (what?)
    For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin

    Chorus to fade

    Outro: (*over chorus*)
    It's all built for '96 kid!
    No diggity, *?rehaud?* lace me
    Nahmean? lil chris in the house
    Ol moms, big e and the fam
    Yo son, who's next?

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