Текст песни Big G - God Body Bingo

Praise!
God Body with a big 'G'
I grew up on that Pimp C
Can't na'an one of y'all pimp me
I'm a man first, fuck a MC

Hey
Big God in the flesh, put me to the test, I'll never fail
Rain, sleet, snow, or hail
Ask about me, I prevail
Loose lips sink ships, I'll never tell, I'll let it sail
Bingo be the total package, rip it out the plastic, bustin' down the bail
Big God in the flesh, put me to the test, you'll never pass
I just said I'll never tell if you understood you would never ask
Drop a jewel, save a fool, word to Jay Smith I could teach a class
Bet a lot of niggas mad, never hear about it, they don't want to clash
Bingo Kilo be the boss, cover all the costs, and I pay the staff
Steady coming in, blowing money fast, keep it off the books 'til it get a bath
Put a nigga on his pockets, I ain't into buckin', probing throwing jabs
God amongst the mortals, showing all this mercy
Folk ain't even worthy, they deserve the wrath
What you want, hell or the heavens?
Bow in the presence you peasant
Let there be light, and it's lit, let there be life in His blessings
Know the lord giveth and taketh, flip like a switch, I can dead it
Heard what you said when you said it, don't forget I'm omnipresent
Seen what you did when you did it, got ears and got eyes every side of the city
I might not be ready to die like I'm Biggie, but I'ma get rich or die trying like 50
I don't let people get all in my business, all you need to know is that Bingo get busy
Think I'm letting up? Then guess what boy, you silly
We just getting started, these hoes finna hear me
I'm head and shoulders above 'em so clearly, but what else is new? Niggas already know
Put some respect on the hood with them 4's
Put some respect on the God with the flow
I need a check if you need you a verse, need even more just to put on a show
Cause I'm bringing megachurch crowds through the door
And they screaming 'praise!' before I even go (Praise!)
Hey, we just run the plays and run up the score
Bingo a hero back home, youngest to do it, D. Rose
Bro from the Chi like it's bussin', okay, if you say so
Scoot up in all white G Fazos
I can't pop out to yo' party if it ain't no pesos
Every play about the payroll, nigga