comin straight from the west coast killin fields it s the bone corelone pimpin keep it real y all know the deal corn braids and the thug appeal street slang make the hits that the thugs feel demons nudge grill when they hear my scoped aimed and i shoot to kill and haters jealous cause i m stackin hundred dollar bills platinum crushed ice and it s all real gospel hip hop got it locked still who you think it was sprinkled the game with west coast gospel rap plus a brim and a cane street slang and a message that they couldn t contain taught you about the streets and the way that they banged cocaine methamphetamine gin and tonic rmy martin hennessy sherm chocolate thai and chronic blood crips es m treses pirus zou bous no rules and cali blues y all still preachin that word with them bangin beats reach thugged out locs grindin on the streets hustlers servin caine gs pullin heat steady reachin them with the word seven days a week  i m still rippin and kickin flippin and spittin that got you thinkin trippin grippin your bible diggin just to see what s written envision paul in the prison livin in the worst conditions makin decisions with conviction for the one that s arisen see my mission is to give visions to the ones that listen like catechism but the ones arrested for vandalism it s your decision eternal prison or you can except what the lord has given your sins forgiven see i m tryin to get you walkin through the pearly gates and save you from the lake of fire full of demon snakes by askin the lord to forgive you of all of your sins and then turnin away from all of your wickedness and not turn back then start walkin on the straight and narrow get the word inside of your temple until it s dwellin in your bone marrow no more packin a gat in the back of the lac attackin and smackin crack heads with a baseball bat still makin g music for the cold killers gang bangers convicts pimps playas weed smokers and them drug dealers cap peelers thieves felons and them guerrillas and drug lords overseas stackin big skrilla it s still the same ain t nothin changed street raps altar calls and proclaim the name never ashamed of the one that was slain endured all the pain bleedin with nails in his hand just to save me from the burnin flames amazing grace he took my place paid the ransom then got my sins erased and now words can t express what i feel inside of my flesh every breath is giving god glory until my death see i m blessed beyond measures like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures spinnin lexus changin the world pressures so that heathens that were grievin theivin can now believein that jesus bleedin was for a reason because of what i m speakin yeah so there you have it another one of those west coast classics brought to you by the one and only boney bone corleone and an a b experience we ain t never gonna quit puttin that gospel flavor up in your ear hole this is how we do it baby welcome to gospelalphamegafunkyboogiediscomusic ooh wee 