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Till Jesus Come

Lyricist:John Tesar, Tommy Bolin

I grew up with haters right under the same roof
Ain't never no food but the whiskey is 80 proof
Niggaz is shootin' at me, and my sister called the police
To tell 'em that my homies loaned me a piece

Devil worshippin' neighbors, niggaz 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 and pinch 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
Simply because Compton never had one, fuck it

I shot them niggaz 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?

We gotta freak the freak the funk
We gotta seize and squeeze the pump
We gotta tease and beat these punks
Get on your knees 'til Jesus come

Give up the keys, get in the trunk
And if he freeze begin to dump
We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast the punk
Get on your knees 'til Jesus come

Niggaz call me dumb but I'm smarter than your momma
For lettin' your daddy ejaculate in her and stickin' her wit'cho drama
'Cause you ain't nuttin' 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 theyself and you too stupid to help
Because you just a dumb nigga yourself

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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 handwritin', motherfucker

We gotta freak the freak the funk
We gotta seize and squeeze the pump
We gotta tease and beat these punks
Get on your knees 'til Jesus come

Get out your keys, get in the trunk
And if he freeze, begin to dump
We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast the punk
Get on your knees 'til Jesus come

How much liquor could I consume in one sittin'?
How many niggaz 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? How could I fail?

We gotta freak the freak the funk
We gotta seize and squeeze the pump
We gotta tease and beat these punks
Get on your knees 'til Jesus come

Give up your keys, get out the trunk
And if he freeze, draw down an' buck
We gotta smash and kick, and stomp, blast the punk
Get on your knees 'til Jesus come