Sticky Ricky - Preacher Man lyrics

Cranium relaxing on a pillow, Purp n wax stuffed all inside the cigarillo , Nintendo 64 while I get my dick buffed, Good brain but not good enough to get handcuffed , Look released a couple babies then I dropped the control, Dropped the blunt inside the ashtray I'm ready to go.. More than half you mothaf**as couldn't f** wit me man.. Tougher then a fifty mile marathon in the sand , With a dead body on top of you Look at what you got into , Verbal combat loser is what they gon be callin you.. Keep me satisfied with chicken n beer N sum old skool tunes bumping in all in my ear ... Wit a pretty face Mami wit my balls in her mouth ...polishing a spit shine s** the dick n I'm out ... They say I'm hell bound but do I believe it (nah) Cuz I'm in hell now trust me I see it... [chorus 2x] So mr preacher Man U ain't gotta save me.. 45 glock if anybody try to play me. Dressed in all black but what I'm missin is the gold.. So keep ur chain tucked don't say u weren't told... Cuz we raised amongst savages with nothing to lose, Quick to jump a mothaf**a for a pair of shoes, And quick to k** a mothaf**a if the price was right , An apetite for destruction Pa** the mic and ima tell you what I see (what you see?) Crack head,dirty pig, and a hooker on the same corner, Sticking needles in they vein like a blood donor , It's kinda f**ed up but we all adapted to the madness.. Buzzin off a 211, yea I gotta have this Drop top in a Benz the same age as me, Keep a shorty in the pa**enger Rollin greenery, So nah man they don't do it like sticky does Inhale the trippy stick and stay faded like a hippy was, Don't be surprised when I talk my sh**, I got a thousand mothaf**as that'll slap ya b**h.. Like "wing Ching pang!" Mothaf**a duck down. [Chorus repeat 2x ] So mr preacher Man U ain't gotta save me.. 45 glock if anybody try to play me. Dressed in all black but what I'm missin is the gold.. So keep ur chain tucked don't say u weren't told...