budgets, U.S. stockmarket plummets Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses The red and blue's
please call People's Court I ain't that baby's daddy Treat him like he's my own But sometimes, sit an' wonder "How can I father another man's son?"
Ladies and gentlemen The Preacher?s son Patti LaBelle is in the buildin? Let?s celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque, how we used to do On the
I'm Buju Banton with the Preacher's Son Who gave the orders For them to go? Alright Who gave the orders? Martin was shut down, alright Who gave the orders
it's my time, oh yeah Baby girl, the world is yours, just look through That open door, I'll be there for you If you ever feelin' blue, it's a beautiful
I wanna thank y'all for coming to see the preacher's son tonight Thank you, fellas, hold on to your girl right now Yeah right now we're gonna slow the
's on her way to pop her fiance It's the word on the street He was sleeping with Renee Lord knows, please someone stop Linda He don't even know she's
chiropractor Please, lay on this sofa And let me message your back So I can feel what's wrong Girl, what's wrong Girl, what's wrong Girl, what's wrong
It's over, that's right Missy with the preachers son, okay It's over, okay, I told ya, yeah, J. Clef, let's go Yeah, hey yo Clef These motherfuckers ain
The preacher's son with the rebel music Rebel music, put the peace sign up now Rebel music, all my gangs put the peace sign up now Rebel music, everywhere
hell But girl you know that, you take me as I am Even though my fam don't understand Why I put that rock up on your hand? That's 'cos you take me as
in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot, yeah Yeah, Carlos Santana with the Preacher's son It's the world
Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music 'Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today Preacher's son, yeah Imagine if
it is I'm grateful for being A man with a guitar, a dude from the streets A cat with a song, a Refugee MC Wyclef Jean, a Fugee for life A preacher's son
feat. Missy Elliott) [Wyclef Jean] (Missy Elliott) Brrrr, yeah (ew, ew, ew, EW! yeah) It's over, uh huh (that's right) Missy With The Preachers Son,
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: [Intro] Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today Preacher's son, yeah [
