Lyrics:
I wanna know your ways
By: Fred Hammond
(Verse 1)
Here I stand before you
Your glory is here
And it fills this place
And I am willing to
Do what I
on Fred Allen's radio show
(47) Frederick Delius: 1862-1934
English classical composer one of the
Earliest to be influenced by
African American music
(48)
off the gas taking my time
Time
Just cruising
(Just) cruisin
Just cruisin
To my favorite song
No radio I'm play the music from my phone
Fred Hammond
your cattle coming in,
Boy they're looking mighty fat and slick
I saw fred at the service station
Told me that his wife is awful sick
You heard my
I want it too
So I put my hand up on her waist I started making my move
Then all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice on her TV
It was Fred Hammond
with it
You know I got Jesus by my side
Fred Hammond with it
Fluggie spank you
Then I shank you
Leave you in a ditch
I erase you
Tired of your stupid
ears and I been jamming to you
Girl im damn near finna start singing Fred Hammond to you im feeling blessed
My favorite scripture proverbs 16:3 on my
But I still do good deeds
And I still teach good lessons
Fred Hammond told me no weapons
But I stay teched-up like Draymond
I put a beat behind bars
being candid
The greats gone understand it
Gained strength from weakness and every flaw examined
No weapon formed shall prosper, ’96 Fred Hammond
Grandma
& yawning
I feel the favor upon me
Big God Big Stepping
I'm blessed no question
Old school Fred Hammond
I'm singing "No Weapon"
Shall prosper
Do what You
feeling like I'm Fred Hammond there ain't no weapon
And every thing that could've killed me ended up passing
Yes I'm on it
Blessing on me
Test me homie
Less
at Costco
Inhaling a long Raw no headphone iPhone playing gospel
Fred Hammond clean hard hooping in the park with nutso Bellflower
One lot after the K-Mart
try to sell a mill
But your chances are slim
Why don't you be like
Fred Hammond or the rest of them
I'm driven by purpose
But hindered by worthless
grammar
Behind the walls of Atlanta, Federal Penn
The tait on "Fred Stock" the cell blox wit no C.O.'s
Equipped with radios
The system is fraud
You, you, you
(You rappers can't be like Fred)
You, you, you
(You rappers can't be like Fred)
You, you, you
(You rappers can't be like Fred)
A-a-and
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
your cattle comin' in and boy they're looking mighty fine and sleek
I saw Fred at the service station he told me that his wife was awfuly sick
You
...
I drove by the grave to see her
Boy, that really is a pretty stone ...
I'm glad that Fred and Jan are here
It's better than you being here alone.
the trunk
This that ladies gotta shake it like injections in the rump
This that chinny checkin', never Smith and Wesson to a fade
Questioned by detectives in
just.. really feel like i can talk to you, why'know?
So, Forget what you've read in the papers!
And forget what you've heard on the radio!
because,
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
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