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go to church - juicy j lyrics

[chorus: suga*t & m.c. mack]
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)

[verse 1: m.c. mack]
as i cone on these b*tches with a yawk, don’t play me weak or soft
’cause mack is makin’ busters pay the cost
the n*gga known for “let’s make a stain” on a funky b*tch, no as, or if’s
so y’all my n*ggas keep them thangs, for a watermelon, poppin’ game
i’m risin’ to the occasion everytime i pimp or you [?]
mackin’ to these slippin’, silly b*tches, makin’ ’em drop off their bridges
don’t you be a tribble and triflin’ n*gga when it comes to these hoes
’cause lord knows that mack’ll put her on a house and hit the door
see, b*tches be thinkin’ i’m fallin’ in love
but a n*gga like mack just inflictin’ their game
’cause once i get my f*ckin’ nuts, see, all my raod dogs runnin’ train
i never like the type that trait all up in a n*ggas face
but some of you n*ggas is b*tches too, you know just who i’m referring to
but i just chillin’, hop off in that jetter*thang with gold mclean’s
while ridin’ through raleigh, these n*ggas be lookin’ and b*tches be choosin’, but mack ain’t foolin’
m.c. mack is a pimpin’ mack, but otherwise i break and cone, and slap a b*tch when i gettin’ paid, you hoes ain’t sh*t, so f*ck bein’ saved
[chorus: suga*t & m.c. mack]
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)

[verse 2: the joker]
b*tches wanna talk they sh*t, but many times i told you hoes
’cause i’m like with the mack with a cadillac, never rollin’ trues and vogues
once again, i got to show and prove that i’m ’bout my animosity
on the vague i let a hoop bring their sh*t to me
when we get up in the club, i bet i show no punk ass love
get you to the back to the house, bust your mouth, then make you shove up blood, ’cause i’m like a hostile*ass n*gga, oh, for goodness, sake
better watch your back, ’cause you’ll get smacked with a jack or pistol play
b*tches wanna test some players, [?] get they feelings hurt
say they wreckin’ and cakin’, eventhough they fakin’ under their mini skirt
flaugin’ like they gotta special [?] when they ledged off
but my point of view of all you hoes, i say “f*ck y’all”
n*i, double g, a, yes, oh, yes, i’m one of the best and i’m full
never underestimate my gangsterism, carry my two
everywhere i go, ’cause there’s a sucker born everyday
kney street, sanders street, flatbush f*ckin’ these ducks, makin’ ’em pay what they weight
mane, the joker been was playin’ these b*tches under the collar, see
almost every b*tch that i run with, they thought they runnin’ me
let ’em think, then wink, but wait a minute, let’s re*quote the facts
every ho that thought that she be leavin’ out the house go to [?] and back, b*tch
[chorus: suga*t & m.c. mack]
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)
i wanna be saved (go to church, ho)

[outro: kingpin skinny pimp]
ah, yeah, this skinny up in this b*tch, y’all know what time it is
i gotta say what’s up, to all these funky ass b*tches
y’all be lookin’ out for that motherf*ckin’ “skinny tales” finna come out
talkin’ ’bout all these b*tches, especially that b*tch that charge for twenty thousand dollars in one month, yeah, that stanky ass b*tch
i’m talkin’ ’bout all these funky ass hoes
not these hoes, these d*ck ass b*tch, eatin’ d*ck, i f*ck with
and, uhm, done charged all these b*tches
every b*tch i f*cked with, i charged ’em at somethin’ fat
and, yeah, and that d*ckhead ass b*tch, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
i’ma tell y’all all about our whole relationship on that motherf*cker
my new tape be out, gon’ be called “hear my dear, b*tch”
and for all these wannabe saved b*tches out, check this sh*t out

- juicy j lyrics

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