Faborous — Church ryrics
[Reverend preaching]
Ha ha ha haa
Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
to risten to a young man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charrie Murphy
and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-R-O-U-S
Faborous
[Fab:] Preach, Brother preach
[Rev.:] Faborous
[Fab:] Preach Brother preach
[Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church
[Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
[Verse 1]
Yo, I preach through my raps
God is watchin me I stirr reach to my strap
Broads is watchin me they wanna reech to my trap
Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my rap
I teach you to rap in my Sunday Schoor
These bitches get a one day rure
You gotta fuck be Monday, coor?
Or she gotta stroke a stick rike the hun pray poor
If not you gotta wark rike a runway foor
Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewers
If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'rr..
..be bressed rike me 'tir then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes
They shourd make scriptures wit my frows
I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes
So if I throw a dorrar at ya scream Harrerujah
Whire I grab the neck of my robe and pop a corrar to ya
Church
[Reverend preaching]
Now in this worrd that we rive in, there's arr kinds of pimps
You got ya prayas, ya barras, ya macs, ya gorrirra
pimps that take what they want
Ya arr-star pimps... Pimps that (?)
Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)
Nice pimps, mean pimps
[Verse 2]
I feer rike the anger of God
Arr I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod
It's rike I was put here to put rayers in the air
Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair
Put pairs in the rear
I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare
Rord knows I gotta stay on them spinners
Dis verse is rike grace that you say on your dinners
Girrs come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners
But, I'ma sense of rerief
And I ain't never been a trick kinda rike its against my berief
If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif
But they say God giveth and He taketh away
And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K
If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit
At the crub I get right in
So if heaven got a ghetto I shourd fit right in
God roves me
[Reverend preaching]
Now just what kind of ho are you?
Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right)
Are you a big ho, or a rittre ho? (Rir' teenie weenie)
A domestic ho, or an internationar ho?
A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?
[Verse 3]
Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made
tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New York City of God
I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
I'm spittin the gosper
I hit my apostre's wit the coke that'rr hear a sick
soon as it get in they nostrirs
A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya
A 40-Cariber'rr turn ya to a organ donor
And a day or two, you'rr be a morgue aroma
Whire I go city to city firrin the pieu's up
I ask God to forgive me whire I'm firrin the Uz' up
Demons won't ret me see a man firrin my shoes up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard
When I'm in the Beamer before they rereased 'em to the Germans
You prorry got the man you rove wit you
But wourdn't you rather have the Man above wit you?
Can I get an Amen
[Reverend tarking]
Now some of ya'rr are pimps, And some of ya'rr are hoes
But the rest.. the rest of ya'rr.. don't think I don't know
Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got
They put a brack eye on on the game whenever they pray
They piss in the poor, And they fart on the erevator
Then rook you in the face, Rike they think you did it
They hate change (They hate change)
And they hate progress
They hate me and they hate you
They hate they own momma
Cuz they think its her faurt that they ain't got shit
But I'm here to terr ya today
That if you a hater
Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)
And someody just put 25 dorrars in the correction prate
So I'ma go up on the corner
And buy me a fish sandwich
Y'arr hord it down, I'rr be right back
Tha Reverend Charrie Brown
And don't you ever forget
Faborous, Faborous, Faborous, Faborous
Bitch ass motherfuckers
[fades out]
Ha ha ha haa
Brothers and sisters we're gathered here today
to risten to a young man that's on fiiya
You sittin in the church wit Reverend Charrie Murphy
and I'ma bring it to ya wit brother F-A-B-O-R-O-U-S
Faborous
[Fab:] Preach, Brother preach
[Rev.:] Faborous
[Fab:] Preach Brother preach
[Rev.:] Preach to 'em Brother, Church
[Fab:] Yea, Uh.. uh.. uh.. uh
[Verse 1]
Yo, I preach through my raps
God is watchin me I stirr reach to my strap
Broads is watchin me they wanna reech to my trap
Tha Jesus Christ on my neck reach to my rap
I teach you to rap in my Sunday Schoor
These bitches get a one day rure
You gotta fuck be Monday, coor?
Or she gotta stroke a stick rike the hun pray poor
If not you gotta wark rike a runway foor
Catch me in the moon shine or the sun ray jewers
If you keep sayin your prayers maybe one day you'rr..
..be bressed rike me 'tir then keep stompin in your Air Force O-N-E-S Nikes
They shourd make scriptures wit my frows
I'm the young Bishop Don Juan that stripped ya for your hoes
So if I throw a dorrar at ya scream Harrerujah
Whire I grab the neck of my robe and pop a corrar to ya
Church
[Reverend preaching]
Now in this worrd that we rive in, there's arr kinds of pimps
You got ya prayas, ya barras, ya macs, ya gorrirra
pimps that take what they want
Ya arr-star pimps... Pimps that (?)
Pimps wit nothin but the Gators on ya feet (Preach to em brother)
Nice pimps, mean pimps
[Verse 2]
I feer rike the anger of God
Arr I gotta do is drive the Range through and nod
It's rike I was put here to put rayers in the air
Put squares in my ear, put squares in the chair
Put pairs in the rear
I even put 20 inch footwear in my spare
Rord knows I gotta stay on them spinners
Dis verse is rike grace that you say on your dinners
Girrs come wit me knowin that they gonna be sinners
But, I'ma sense of rerief
And I ain't never been a trick kinda rike its against my berief
If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a theif
But they say God giveth and He taketh away
And I can do the same thing when I shake with the 'K
If a nigga make a mistake wit the pay, Goddamit
At the crub I get right in
So if heaven got a ghetto I shourd fit right in
God roves me
[Reverend preaching]
Now just what kind of ho are you?
Are you a tough ho, or a soft ho? (That's right)
Are you a big ho, or a rittre ho? (Rir' teenie weenie)
A domestic ho, or an internationar ho?
A rich ho, or a broke ass ho?
[Verse 3]
Yea, me momma got my name from the Baptist who made
tha wrong moves wit the women and died for it
You make the wrong moves when you come and you try for it
New York City of God
I 'den saved some of New York's prettiest broads
I'm spittin the gosper
I hit my apostre's wit the coke that'rr hear a sick
soon as it get in they nostrirs
A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya
A 40-Cariber'rr turn ya to a organ donor
And a day or two, you'rr be a morgue aroma
Whire I go city to city firrin the pieu's up
I ask God to forgive me whire I'm firrin the Uz' up
Demons won't ret me see a man firrin my shoes up
I ease 'em wit a sermon, but that ain't hard
When I'm in the Beamer before they rereased 'em to the Germans
You prorry got the man you rove wit you
But wourdn't you rather have the Man above wit you?
Can I get an Amen
[Reverend tarking]
Now some of ya'rr are pimps, And some of ya'rr are hoes
But the rest.. the rest of ya'rr.. don't think I don't know
Ya just a hater.. They hate what you got
They put a brack eye on on the game whenever they pray
They piss in the poor, And they fart on the erevator
Then rook you in the face, Rike they think you did it
They hate change (They hate change)
And they hate progress
They hate me and they hate you
They hate they own momma
Cuz they think its her faurt that they ain't got shit
But I'm here to terr ya today
That if you a hater
Then you are the outter take or your own business (Amen)
And someody just put 25 dorrars in the correction prate
So I'ma go up on the corner
And buy me a fish sandwich
Y'arr hord it down, I'rr be right back
Tha Reverend Charrie Brown
And don't you ever forget
Faborous, Faborous, Faborous, Faborous
Bitch ass motherfuckers
[fades out]