Letras:
J Church High

shit Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? cash ? Fuckin with the bomb squad Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god Church, Higher power

heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down [J-Black] Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red

: (J. Baez) It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song Or falling in

rapist So I stopped payin attention Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways I'm sent home and I don't got all A's A high

ll tell you sometimes people I don't know what's worse Natural disasters or these wolves in sheep clothes pastors Now damn it I'm scared to send my children to church

let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me It's going down like I knew it would We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good [Juicy J]

8 days When they cut the 8 ball, when they flipped it 8 way I don't feel clean, but a nigga so paid Got the clean white tee with them fresh Air J's I

I turned thirteen, I got even fades Everybody wearing Air Macs, Ree's and J's But all my parents cared about, was B's and A's In high school, I picked

rule number one If you wanna be my main girl Gotta keep your hair tight Toes right, yeah girl You gotta be a girl who Has a lot of virtue Like to party in the club But she go to church