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Artist: T-bone Lyrics
Song Title: Still Preachin Lyrics
Album: The Life Of A Hoodlum Lyrics

{T-Bone}
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Comin straight from the Westcoast killin fields
g.p!o flbppnpp d
In the Bone Corelone, pimpin, keep it real
g.p!o flbppnpp d
You know the deal, corn braids and the thug appeal
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Street slang, make the hits that the thugs feel
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Demons nudge grill
g.p!o flbppnpp d
When they hear my scoped aimed and I shoot to kill
g.p!o flbppnpp d
And haters jealous, cause I'm saggin for the dollar bill
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Platinium, crushed ice, and its all real
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Gospel hip hop got it locked still
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Who do you think it was sprinkled the game
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Wit Westcoast, Gospel rap plus a brim and a cane
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Street slang and a message that they couldnt contain
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Taught you bout the streets and the way that they banged
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Cocaine, methinphedamines, gin and tonic, remmy martin
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Hennessey, sherm, chocolate tie and the chronic
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Blood, Crips, Eses, M 13
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Parues, Zou bous, no rules and county blues
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Ya'll
g.p!o flbppnpp d

g.p!o flbppnpp d
{Chorus}
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Still preachin that Word wit the bangin beats
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Reached locked out loks, grindin on the streets
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Hustlers, servin caine, g's pullin hit
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Steady reachin em wit the word seven days aweek
g.p!o flbppnpp d
{2x}
g.p!o flbppnpp d

g.p!o flbppnpp d
{T-Bone}
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Im still rippin and kickin flippin and spittin lyrics that got you thinkin
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Trippin, grippin your Bibles, diggin jus to see whats written
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Invision pawin in prison livin in the worst conditions makin desiscions
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Wit conviction for the One that's arisen, see my mission
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Is to give visions to the ones that listen like catacisim
g.p!o flbppnpp d
But the ones arrested for vandalism, it's your desiscions
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Eternal prision, or you can except what the Lords given
g.p!o flbppnpp d
What's that? Your sins forgiven
g.p!o flbppnpp d
See I'm tryin to get you walkin through the Pearly Gates
g.p!o flbppnpp d
And save you from the lake of fire, full of demon snakes
g.p!o flbppnpp d
How do I do that?
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By askin the Lord to forgive you of all of your sins
g.p!o flbppnpp d
And then turnin away from all of your wickedness and not turn back
g.p!o flbppnpp d
And start walkin on the straight and narrow
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Get the Word inside of your temple until it's dwellin in your bone marrow
g.p!o flbppnpp d
No more packin a gat in the back of a lack
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Attackin, and smackin a crackhead wit a baseball bat
g.p!o flbppnpp d

g.p!o flbppnpp d
{Chorus}
g.p!o flbppnpp d

g.p!o flbppnpp d
{T-Bone}
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Still makin g music for the cold killers
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Gangbangers, convicts, pimps, playas, weed smokers and them drug dealers
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Cap peelers, thiefs, felons and those guerillas
g.p!o flbppnpp d
And drug lords, over seas stackin big skrilla
g.p!o flbppnpp d
And still the same, ain't nothin changed
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Street raps, altar calls and proclaim the name
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Never was a shame of the One who was slain
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On the dirt and all the pain, bleedin wit nails in His hand
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Jus to save me from the burnin flames
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Amazin Grace, He took my place
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Paid the ransom, then got my sins earsed
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And now, words can't express what I feel inside of my flesh
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Every breath is given God glory until my death
g.p!o flbppnpp d
See I'm blessed, beyond mesasures
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Like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Spinnin Lexus' changin the world preasures
g.p!o flbppnpp d
So that heathens that were grieven, theifin
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Can now believin that Jesus bleedin was for a reason
g.p!o flbppnpp d
Because of what I'm spittin
g.p!o flbppnpp d

g.p!o flbppnpp d
{Chorus}
g.p!o flbppnpp d


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