歌曲名 Preach

歌手名 Swizz Beatz+Jim Jones

作词：Kasseem Dean+Joseph Jones+Gian Bravo+Kamaal Fareed+Bryan Higgins+James Jackson+Ali Shaheed Muhammad+Trevor Smith+Malik Taylor

作曲：Kasseem Dean+Joseph Jones+Gian Bravo+Kamaal Fareed+Bryan Higgins+James Jackson+Ali Shaheed Muhammad+Trevor Smith+Malik Taylor

So

Jezz

Jezz

Jezz is not

I told Swizz they ain't ready for the smoke though oh

Still got that be pointin' guns at the po-po

Probably got a picture of your auntie in my photos

That was you in front the building

When she was hoppin' out my four-door

Lets shakle

But what you like 19 now

But you probably still never had like 19 thou'

In my day I had to work to bring

The white fiends down

Bunch of crackheads around just to wipe the V down

Say we don't

Why drink Rose when Jay got aces

Free Leek he was with me the other day up in Aces

Bunch of pretty watches with the frozen up faces

We got them lawyers we can call just

To close up the cases

I'm from Harlem where that stuntin' is outrageous

Went up in the dealer just to cop somethin' outrageous

Yeah we got parents but the drug dealers raised us

And I prayed to God but the lord never saved us

So we stuck what we stuck what was with that

I pack guns with shoulder stocks with the muffler attached

We take trips to different places with the butler attached

Or playback the Maybach press a button relax

Preach

Oh my oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh

Preach

Oh my oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh

Supreme court hearings brand new McLarens

Suede pipe seats Tiptronic steering

Baby this is art that come with no commission

Could be a blind man but you gotta know the vision

Private jets just to blow the izm

Pardon me 'cause I been accused of male chauvinism

Gettin' head in the whip and havin' no collisions

Never lackin' 'cause I keep that fully loaded with 'em

you know I gotta shout the bros in prison eastside

My Gleem is like a blow magician

he cook it up and watch it disappear

now light it up and let it hit the air

Light that up

I was spillin' Ace of spade all in this ear

I told her I like pretty women like Richard Gere

Uh pack guns and stay fly is a part of us

Four packed up in the Benz it's like a party bus

All this tough talk but ain't as hard as us

I cook coke at the kitchen watch it harden up

Preach

Oh my oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh

Preach

Oh my oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh

Preach

My oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh