Uh Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean? Its gone be butter, nahmean? Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah
Crack the mo, here we go Im in the mood to let the chickenheads flow Son, no doubt, God its real Every member of my clique is equipped with steel Suga, lets （heesha!）, uhh, God bless Just the type of man that can lace the crowd Which ya hands on ya 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 ima savour the ring Church boy, raised by my grandmomma Home-bred, I dead all the drama Im like the mystical funk technician Its a sign of the times, guards on a mission God bless ya lover, God bless you （x4）
Have mercy! Nowadays I got them other ****** 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 aint enough space in ya trunk Soul for real, but not the group Im solo goin for dolo in the drop coupe I distribute melodies while ya gold trees Step a dip like a flip, 96 kis God bless ya lover, God bless you （x4）
Matter fact take it to the bridge God bless God bless ya lover
Honey dippin off my nautica sleeves With them gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese Shouldnt hate me cos Im raw （I thought you fell off kid!） you said that **** before But you see miracles when youre lyrical Off some ll ****, chickens get hysterical Cos i..... form like voltron Lets get it on and take ya chime bomb （*explosion*） Knock it off I like your style but its a slight bit soft Son, the ll rule, huh I pick it up and lay it down mad cool Itll cost you a fortune （what? ）
For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin God bless ya lover, God bless you （x4）
Its 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, whos next?
[00:00.90]Artist：ll cool j [00:01.90]Songs Title：god bless [00:02.84] [00:03.70] [00:05.96] [00:08.82]Uh [00:11.63]Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean? [00:14.81]Its gone be butter, nahmean? [00:17.18]Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah [00:25.11] [00:26.54]Crack the mo, here we go [00:28.73]Im in the mood to let the chickenheads flow [00:31.16]Son, no doubt, God its real [00:33.59]Every member of my clique is equipped with steel [00:37.03]Suga, lets （heesha!）, uhh, God bless [00:41.78]Just the type of man that can lace the crowd [00:44.16]Which ya hands on ya or you could raise them proud [00:47.77]I bust shots off [00:49.08]Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-ter [00:52.39]I got a lock ya, flavour to bring [00:54.52]Got the championships so ima savour the ring [00:57.20]Church boy, raised by my grandmomma [01:00.45]Home-bred, I dead all the drama [01:03.07]Im like the mystical funk technician [01:04.55]Its a sign of the times, guards on a mission [01:07.67]God bless ya lover, God bless you （x4） [01:10.93] [01:19.66]Have mercy! [01:20.91]Nowadays I got them other ****** acting thirsty [01:23.23]Bless the sky, energy created by my third child [01:29.27]Swerve wit it, get it get it [01:32.15]Feels good to bust shots at the critics [01:34.90]You crave more taste of my funk [01:36.77]When my track drop aint enough space in ya trunk [01:40.19]Soul for real, but not the group [01:42.45]Im solo goin for dolo in the drop coupe [01:44.68]I distribute melodies while ya gold trees [01:46.86]Step a dip like a flip, 96 kis God bless ya lover, God bless you （x4） [01:53.11] [02:10.57]Matter fact take it to the bridge [02:13.70]God bless [02:14.50]God bless ya lover [02:18.57] [02:22.50]Honey dippin off my nautica sleeves [02:24.31]With them gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese [02:28.37]Shouldnt hate me cos Im raw [02:30.68]（I thought you fell off kid!） you said that **** before [02:33.86]But you see miracles when youre lyrical [02:35.23]Off some ll ****, chickens get hysterical [02:37.10]Cos i..... form like voltron [02:40.22]Lets get it on and take ya chime bomb （*explosion*） [02:44.28]Knock it off [02:46.09]I like your style but its a slight bit soft [02:48.40]Son, the ll rule, huh [02:51.26]I pick it up and lay it down mad cool [02:54.08]Itll cost you a fortune （what? ） [02:56.83] [02:57.68]For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin God bless ya lover, God bless you （x4） [03:03.91] [03:19.83]Its all built for 96 kid! [03:22.27]No diggity, rehaud lace me [03:25.15]Nahmean? lil chris in the house [03:28.77]Ol moms, big e and the fam [03:33.45]Yo son, whos next?
