The Congregation — текст песни (Pastor Troy)





[pastor troy]



Uh-huhuh-huhuh-huhuh-huh

Come on? uh-huhuh-huh



Hook: 2x



Yall know what yall want (uh-huh)

Yall know what yall want (uh-huh)

The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)



Verse 1: eleven twenty-nine



R-e-s-p-e-c-t

We rollin wit dis in the trunk

Told em when we hit the streets that we gone make em all jump

Kept em crunk

Screaming out the congregation off the whip

Popping clips

Haters trip

Have some shit to make em dip

Turn out these shows

Got these hoes shaking ass now

This just how we got em now

Pimping got em breaking out

Stop em with these dicks

We ghetto building on my block and stuff

Break em off when we getting buff

Stepping off in this thing what

Too much for the ? ? ?

We conducting like a firm

Told yall haters its our turn

See we on fire

Just watch and learn

This the way that we gone do it from the south

Nigga whatever here on out

In the game s.m.k. gone put em level



[pastor troy]



Break it down! (repeatedly 15x)



Hook: 4x



Yall know what yall want (uh-huh)

Yall know what yall want (uh-huh)

The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)



Verse 2: t-mac



I wonder what would jesus do, if he was in my position

Would he grab for them gats

Waiting for ammunition

Ima bout to blast with it

Hit em with the purple expedition

Cause dj ? ? ? stay running his mouth

Must dont know where Im from

Dirty south affiliated

Killers and cons

Dirty south affiliated

Niggas with guns



Verse 3: eleven twenty-nine



Im making flashes to the man in the booth

To get em crunk

So you know just what I got up and did

I got em crunk

Congregation off in it hit em hard as we could

So if you ready say you ready

Then its all understood

Riding dirty to the flo

We get up in it for free

South memphis kings and pastor troy

This what yall waiting to see



[pastor troy]



Break it down! (repeatedly 15x)



Hook: 4x



Yall know what yall want (uh-huh)

Yall know what yall want (uh-huh)

The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)



Verse 4: t-mac



At 16 I was hustling trying to get paid

Trying to make a damn dollar for I go in my grave

Pimp a been paid

I was only short in my days

The way I been paid

Only cause Im ducking them feds

This world of crime

Kept me in the street trying to grind

Bumping my mind

Cause thats how the system designed

Im sick of struggling

Im sick of hustling

Im sick of running from the feds trying to bust again

Im trying to maintain

One foot stuck in the game

Im living lavish man

Im use to having thangs

But cause Im down for whatever

Cause t-mac show no luv

2 gats on my side

Cause this whole world dying



[pastor troy]



Break it down! (repeatedly 15x)



Hook: 8x



Yall know what yall want (uh-huh)

Yall know what yall want (uh-huh)

The congregation we gone give you what you want (come on)



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