- Lyrics
- Album list
DJ Quik
-
Till Jesus Come
Lyricist:John Tesar, Tommy Bolin
I grew up with haters right under the same roof Ain't never no food but the whiskey is 80 proof Niggaz is shootin' at me, and my sister called the police To tell 'em that my homies loaned me a piece
Devil worshippin' neighbors, niggaz borrowin' penicillin Rats and roaches is chillin', my sister makin' a killin' Sellin' drugs to my other sisters and now I hope They break in her fuckin' Buick and pinch on her dope
I transferred out of Compton High School With a gun in my pants ready for whatever comes And I'm prayin' I ain't gotta be the one shot up in the hospital Simply because Compton never had one, fuck it
I shot them niggaz and I moved to another town Gave the gun to Darryl and I had him go melt it down How many times did they call me a fag 'Til they got stomped out and threatened with a .44 mag?
We gotta freak the freak the funk We gotta seize and squeeze the pump We gotta tease and beat these punks Get on your knees 'til Jesus come
Give up the keys, get in the trunk And if he freeze begin to dump We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast the punk Get on your knees 'til Jesus come
Niggaz call me dumb but I'm smarter than your momma For lettin' your daddy ejaculate in her and stickin' her wit'cho drama 'Cause you ain't nuttin' but a skanky welfare case Livin' in Scum Bum-o-Rama
A shelf full of antibiotics and narcotics Dwellin' in a house full of lazy psychotics Pissin' and shittin' on theyself and you too stupid to help Because you just a dumb nigga yourself
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ain't that the kettle callin' the pot round and hot? Ain't the reason you 'bout to be found bound and shot? You need to keep my name off your tongue, before they find you hung With a letter in your own handwritin', motherfucker
We gotta freak the freak the funk We gotta seize and squeeze the pump We gotta tease and beat these punks Get on your knees 'til Jesus come
Get out your keys, get in the trunk And if he freeze, begin to dump We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast the punk Get on your knees 'til Jesus come
How much liquor could I consume in one sittin'? How many niggaz did I shake for bullshittin'? I run any console, I'm an engineer And I drink imported beer while I'm lookin' for the gear
I'm a stylist, I'm not a porn star I know enough to where I can service my own car I ain't ignorin' you stupid, I just be watchin' my own rhythms And lovin' how they fall
This music is different, a new generation This beat is so fancy, look at my presentation It's not 16, it's 12, makin' a scene as well Watchin' my green and mail, how could I fail? How could I fail?
We gotta freak the freak the funk We gotta seize and squeeze the pump We gotta tease and beat these punks Get on your knees 'til Jesus come
Give up your keys, get out the trunk And if he freeze, draw down an' buck We gotta smash and kick, and stomp, blast the punk Get on your knees 'til Jesus come
-
|