Til Jesus Comes (Live)

[Intro]
I wrote this record in court

[Verse 1]
I grew up with haters right under the same roof
Ain't never no food, but the whiskey is 80 proof
Niggas is shootin' at me, and my sister called the police
To tell 'em that G Wayne loaned me a piece
Devil-worshippin' neighbors, niggas borrowin' penicillin
Rats and roaches is chillin', my sister makin' a killin'
Sellin' drugs to my other sisters and now I hope
They break in her fuckin' Buick Riviera, impeach on her dope
I transferred out of Compton High School with a gun in my pants
Ready for whatever comes and I'm prayin'
I ain't gotta be the one shot up in the hospital
Because Compton never had one, fuck it
I shot them niggas and I moved to another town
Gave the gun to Darryl and I had him go melt it down
How many times did they call me a fag
'Til they got stomped out and threatened with a .44 Mag

[Chorus]
We gotta freak the freak the funk (Yes)
We gotta seize and squeeze the pump (Yes)
We gotta tease and beat these punks
Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes
Give up the keys, get in the trunk
And if he freeze, begin to dump
We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast a punk
Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes

[Verse 2]
Niggas call me dumb but I'm smarter than they mama
For lettin' they daddy ejaculate in her and stickin' her wit' your drama
'Cause you ain't nothin' but a skanky welfare case
Livin' in scum Bum-o-Rama
A shelf full of antibiotics and narcotics
Dwellin' in a house full of lazy psychotics
Pissin' and shittin' on yourself and you too stupid to help
Because you just a dumb nigga yourself
Ain't that the kettle callin' the pot round and hot?
Ain't the reason you 'bout to be found bound and shot?
You need to keep my name off your tongue, before they find you hung
With a letter in your own handwriting, motherfucker, what

[Chorus]
We gotta freak the freak the funk (Yes)
We gotta seize and squeeze the pump
We gotta tease and beat these punks
Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes
Give up the keys, get in the trunk
And if he freeze, begin to dump
We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast a punk
Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes

[Verse 3]
How much Henn could I consume in one sitting?
How many niggas did I shake for bullshittin'?
I run any console, I'm an engineer
And I drink imported beer while I'm lookin' for the gear
I'm a stylist, I'm not a porn star
I know enough to where I can service my own car
I ain't ignorin' you, stupid, I just be watchin' my own rhythms
And lovin' how they fall, this music is different
A new generation
This beat is so fancy, look at my presentation
It's not 16, it's 12, makin' a scene as well
Watchin' my green and mail, how could I fail?
Nigga, how could I fail?

[Chorus]
We gotta freak the freak the funk (Yes)
We gotta seize and squeeze the pump (Yes)
We gotta tease and beat these punks (Yes)
Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes (Yes)
Give up the keys, get in the trunk (Yes)
And if he freeze, begin to dump (Yes)
We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast a punk
Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes (Yes)

[Outro]
I sure hate I had to write that record
Can I get a W in the air
Swing that bitch like uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Come on, everybody, everybody, everybody, put a dub in the air
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Keep 'em spinnin', keep on doin' it
Keep on doin' it, keep on doin' it, keep on doin' it
Keep it goin', y'all
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