LL COOL J
God Bless
[Intro]
Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?
It's gone be butter, nahmean?
Uh, swerve on 'em (uh), yeah
Crack the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow
Son, no doubt, God, it's real
Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga, let's...
(HEESHA!) Uh, god bless

[Verse 1]
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 hotter
I got a lock ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grandmomma
Home-bred, I dead all the drama
I'm like the mystical funk technician
It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission

[Chorus]
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
[Verse 2]
Have mercy!
Nowadays, I got them other n***as acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve with it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my track drop, ain't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for Real, but not the group
I'm solo goin' for dolo in the drop Coupe
I distribute melodies while you roll trees
Step a dip like a flip, '96 kiss

[Chorus]
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
(Matter fact, take it to the bridge)

[Bridge]
God bless
God bless ya lover
God bless
God bless ya lover
[Verse 3]
Honey drippin' off my Nautica sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off, kid!) You said that shit before
But you see miracles when you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, chickens get hysterical
'Cause I... form like Voltron
Let's get it on... a ticking time bomb
Knock it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad cool
It'll cost you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin'

[Chorus]
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
God bless ya lover, God bless ya
[Outro]
It's all built for '96 kid!
No diggity, Rashad lace me
Chris in the house
Ol' Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, who's next?