niggas layin in the cut To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up Make it rough Verse 2: I gotta Mac10 for Officer Wynd Damn, his devil
the AK40 dick Two dazed niggas layin' in the cut To get some respect we had to tear this muthafucka up (Make it rough) I gotta Mac10 for officer Wynd
you're looking to slide, come slide with us And if you're looking for a ride, it's a big old bus We got black folk, white folk and Middle East Mexican, Filipino - Jesus
, oh (refrain) Break open the sky Won't you turn off gravity so we can fly? We wanna see Your face So tear the roof off this place Jesus, break open
stereo If you're looking to slide, come slide with us And if you're looking for a ride, it's a big old bus We got black fold, white folk and Middle East Mexican, Filipino- Jesus
trouble you Im feelin fresher than a night at the W You probably sayin you be hearin quite enough of you With God and your rhymes and that freaky Jesus
from living in light of eternity. (Lord what we gon do,We're relying on you, all eyes are on you Lord, all eyes are on you, all eyes are on you Jesus
'm tellin' you partner, its actual fact Just like TOBYMAC and Boney Soprano up on this track We slam dunkin' and keep it jumpin' like jumper cables And keep the crowd rowdy like Jesus
She blew everything to pieces He?s there hanging on to Jesus She broke everything about him down He said he never saw it coming Until the day she dropped
we gonna get it done It's automatic Don't mind the static (Hey) We all fanatic (hey) Jesus fanatic It's automatic Don't mind the static (hey) Jesus fanatic (hey) Jesus
Jesus is still alright with me Jesus is still alright, oh yeah Jesus is still alright with me Jesus is still alright, yeah Toby Mac and the Mac is back
, it'll end in family fun With Coca Cola clouds behind a Big Mac sun You say there's only one God, you could do with two or three Your Jesus Christ is
S-T to the D-O-P-E KIDS See you effin h's now you hangin with a G bitch i want money but they say i need Jesus chorus: all my people all of my peoples
hard to reach like the dirt on your back Hand to hand, like I'm workin' the sack And I work out with my arms so I'll have no problem workin' the Mac
misplaced a dossier or Monty Python CD Or somethin' stupid like that But Jesus is that so bad To make my ego go splat Like a tire goin' flat Or fat on a big Mac
mind Refuse to lose here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to black Attack so I sat and japped Then slapped the mac
gonna know Seeing some ladies hanging out the window Let the interior look reign 18 inches whippers look like so much pain I'ma mac like Moley the one
you watch Keep your restaurant locked and block your door 'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfucking' Tupac Shakur You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac