LL Cool J - God Bless Lyrics
Intro:UhDefinitely gonna be butter, nahmean?Its gone be butter, nahmean?Uh, swerve on em, uh yeahCrack the mo, here we goIm in the mood to let the chickenheads flowSon, no doubt, God its realEvery member of my clique is equipped with steelSuga, lets (heesha!), uhh, God blessVerse 1:Just the type of man that can lace the crowdWhich ya hands on ya [blank] or you could raise them proudI bust shots offPut my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-terI got a lock ya, flavour to bringGot the championships so ima savour the ringChurch boy, raised by my grandmommaHome-bred, I dead all the dramaIm like the mystical funk technicianIts a sign of the times, guards on a missionChorus:God bless ya lover, God bless you (x4)Verse 2:Have mercy!Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirstyBless the sky, energy created by my third childSwerve wit it, get it get itFeels good to bust shots at the criticsYou crave more taste of my funkWhen my track drop aint enough space in ya trunkSoul for real, but not the groupIm solo goin for dolo in the drop coupeI distribute melodies while ya gold treesStep a dip like a flip, 96 kisChorus x 2Matter fact take it to the bridgeBridge:God blessGod bless ya lover*repeat*Verse 3:Honey dippin off my nautica sleevesWith them gortex boots, that compliment all the cheeseShouldnt hate me cos Im raw(I thought you fell off kid!) you said that shit beforeBut you see miracles when youre lyricalOff some ll shit, chickens get hystericalCos i..... form like voltronLets get it on and take ya chime bomb (*explosion*)Knock it offI like your style but its a slight bit softSon, the ll rule, huhI pick it up and lay it down mad coolItll cost you a fortune (what? )For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchinChorus to fadeOutro: (*over chorus*)Its all built for 96 kid!No diggity, *? rehaud? * lace meNahmean? lil chris in the houseOl moms, big e and the famYo son, whos next?
