Lyrics:
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
pass there
Way you poking in the skirt straight ass yea
Make ya scream like church day, pastor
Got a bag full of money why the fuck is dryin
Cause you
ungrateful if he talk when he eat
You got a mouth full nigga don’t worry bout how I feast
We in them trenches & ain’t coming out stop talking to us
We stop
Y'all know what time it's
Your boy Pastor Troy going up
What it is Nick?
It's for all my niggas gettin that money
I'm a money junkie, nigga
I'm
to the door
Do this shit like Pastor Troy Uuh Huh I'm outside hoe
Swervin in the Tahoe, if you wanna try hoe
Take my fuckin word I ain't got no reason to lie
Fuckin' hoes, then we fuckin' up the dishes (dishes)
Bitch, we runnin' up digits (bitch)
The state, they label me a menace (yeah)
Lost T.Roy, I'm
cant dodge it ain't a challenger
No he ain't a pro don't get hit up by a amateur
My nigga he roll he gon wack u off the calendar
VERSE
Let me tell u
outchea tricking on hoes they can’t afford
Still I beg to differ when they switch up cause I shoul ignore
Oh Lord, Pastor Troy, Let’s see who really want
See now I went to the club and I ran into this girl
And she was telling 'bout how she feel and everything
Her name was New York
But she said Troy
See now I went to the club and I ran into this girl
And she was telling 'bout how she feel and everything
Her name was New York
But she said Troy
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a blaze,
Take me to the motherfu**in' stage,
Lil buddy in the corner need help,
Don't come to the club by yaself,
Oh sh**t, now somebody done got kicked,
Oh
to me, eenie-meenie-miney-mo
Catch an Eskimo by his toe while he's tryna roll a snowball (you don't own me)
But don't make him lose his cool, if he
the past be the past
Let bygones be bygones
The one that pulls the sword the same tool he dies on
The pastor told me in the church
Yeah I heard wise words
humble
cnd credit where it's due
Stop thinking you were a baller
You were not Kareem cbdul
Katie got you by a leash
He said doggie let him chew
You
up on all my dreams
Then I went to church on Sunday
And the pastor began to preach
It was like he was talking to me
When he said I can do all things
In
play in Dallas, tear it up, Troy Aikman
In a world of bad bitches, don't pass them by the car hating
Box of soda, red and gold (red and gold)
Arm
Pastor Troy:
A sad day for da rap game im about to tell em my name(Pastor!!!!!)
a.k.a they call me megatron da cepracon i flip into a gun and burn
hurt you
Yet criticize the sister in the church with short skirts, eww
Why is sister wearing that? Oh that's so disgusting
But you were in the club last
ya
Church soon as ya pastor talk
He in waist deep
I kidnap his son at the traffic stop
These punches outta this world
Think slap boxin' wit'
wit us
Biggie, Smalls, he drink wit us
Tu-pac, he drink wit us
Eazy-E, he drink wit us
Big L, he drink wit us
Trouble T-Roy, he drink wit us
MC
diamonds glare
By the way my diamonds glare
If he say don’t eat pussy
Tell that pussy grow a pair
On the stage wildin out
Got they hands up in the air
Pastor Troy I'm "Ridin' Big," to the club, blowin skunk
I'm Mike Jones and I'm on the rise, 80 4's pokin out of my ride
My name alone can't be denied, my
then throw it up
Like Lil' Jon I keep it crunk
Got beef with me I'ma pop the trunk
Like Pastor Troy I'm ridin' big
To the club, blowin' skunk
Mike
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