Lyrics:
Car hoppers, car-car-hoppers
Mm, uh! A yeah baby, things is kinda swivey
Ever since my dad put me up on his Rivi-era
Now I see things much clearer
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord
A wonderful Savior to me
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
Where rivers of pleasure I see
He
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord
A wonderful Savior to me
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
Where rivers of pleasure I see
He hideth my
A wonderful savior is Jesus my lord
A wonderful savior to me
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
Where rivers of pleasure I see.
He hideth my
A wonderful Saviour is Jesus my Lord a wonderful Saviour to me
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock where rivers of pleasure I see
He hideth
Verse 1:
A wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord
A wonderful Saviour to me
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
Where rivers of pleasure I see
Ch
Transported I rise
To meet Him in Clouds of the sky
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love
I'll shout with the millions on high
Ch:
He hideth my soul in
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
I'm to afraid to lose her
She buss that hookah
On her body like a luffa
In n out my life shorty think that she a hopper
Choppa gon do ya
Bring it
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
So much on my mind so much shit up on my plate
This is precious time cant afford to make mistakes
Vance stopped by crib just the other day
He just had
defeated He watches over my soul
He watches over my soul my soul
My soul eh eh eh eh eh
He watches over my soul my soul
My soul eh eh I'm kept by
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
Certified Shit Popper
Can't trust these bitches
Most of em be dick hoppers
Said he want war no biggie like big poppa
Shoot at his feet make him dance
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
by myself, these blessings heavenly
I can't explain how I'm doing this lately
Heard my Grandmama say, that's cause he's using you baby
Let'em use you
My killers don't take out dope fiends, my killers take out factors
My killers ain't even from out here dude
My killers some out-of-town freelancers
and had no ears
And he sucks at driving, claims his vehicle never steers
To look cool he hangs with 17 year old girls, got em roped
But as it turns out, by
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
he always watching
I guess there really is a heaven for us hip hoppers
I really miss my partner
But I know he with Big Poppa, 2 Pacs, and the big L
us hip hoppers
I really miss my partner
But I know he with Big Poppa, 2 Pacs, and the big L rolled proper
And that's a big pun, know that I'mma join
ill (Iz U Wit Me?)
All the fine females (Iz U Wit Me?)
And all the crew around my way (Iz U Wit Me?)
And all the true hip hoppers (Iz U Wit Me?)
And all
the gates of Heaven open up
And Hell's closin' in
The archangel imprison my soul into a prism
Usin' cell division and molecular collision within me
He listen
you self-control
You know, help control
Make sure that your life in line
And make sure you don't sell your soul
Uh huh, flip-flopper, church hopper
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