Intro:
Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?
It's gone be butter, nahmean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah
Crack the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's real
Every member of my clique is
equipped with steel
Suga, let's (HEESHA!), uhh, god bless

Verse 1:
Just the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya BLANK or
you could raise them proud
I bust shots off
Put my hands on my shorty
and I make it hot-ter
I got a lock ya, flavour to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savour the ring
Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
Home-bred, I dead all the drama
I'm like the mystical funk technician
It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission

Chorus:
God bless ya lover, god bless you x4

Verse 2:
Have mercy!
Nowadays I got them other
niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy
created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my track drop ain't
enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the group
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I distribute melodies while ya gold trees
Step a dip like a flip, '96 kis

Chorus x 2

Matter fact take it to the bridge

Bridge:
God bless
God bless ya lover
repeat

Verse 3:
Honey dippin off my Nautica sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that
compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You
said that shit before
But you see miracles when you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, chickens get hysterical
Cos I..... form like Voltron
Let's get it on and take ya
chime bomb explosion
Knock it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad cool
It'll cost you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it
up and keep it scorchin

Chorus to fade

Outro: (over chorus)
It's all built for '96 kid!
No diggity, ?Rehaud? lace me
Nahmean? Lil Chris in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, who's next?