God Bless

Artist：ll cool j

Songs Title：god bless

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Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?

Its gone be butter, nahmean?

Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah

Crack the mo, here we go

Im in the mood to let the chickenheads flow

Son, no doubt, God its real

Every member of my clique is equipped with steel

Suga, lets （heesha!）, uhh, God bless

Just the type of man that can lace the crowd

Which ya hands on ya 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 ima savour the ring

Church boy, raised by my grandmomma

Home-bred, I dead all the drama

Im like the mystical funk technician

Its a sign of the times, guards on a mission

God bless ya lover, God bless you （x4）

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 aint enough space in ya trunk

Soul for real, but not the group

Im solo goin for dolo in the drop coupe

I distribute melodies while ya gold trees

Step a dip like a flip, 96 kis God bless ya lover, God bless you （x4）

Matter fact take it to the bridge

God bless

God bless ya lover

Honey dippin off my nautica sleeves

With them gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese

Shouldnt hate me cos Im raw

（I thought you fell off kid!） you said that shit before

But you see miracles when youre lyrical

Off some ll shit, chickens get hysterical

Cos i..... form like voltron

Lets get it on and take ya chime bomb （*explosion*）

Knock it off

I like your style but its a slight bit soft

Son, the ll rule, huh

I pick it up and lay it down mad cool

Itll cost you a fortune （what? ）

For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin God bless ya lover, God bless you （x4）

Its 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, whos next?