[Verse 1]
Comin' straight from the West Coast killin' fields
It's the Bone Corleone, pimpin, keep it real
Ya'll know the deal, corn braids and the thug appeal
Street slang, make the hits that the thugs feel
Demons guard your grill
When I get my scoped aimed then 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
Wit' West Coast, Gospel rap plus a brim and a cane
Street slang and a message that they couldn't contain
Taught you bout the streets and the way that they bang
Cocaine, methamphetamines, gin and tonic, Remy
Martin, Hennessey, sherm, chocolate tie and chronic
Blood, Crips, Ese's, M 13, Parues, Zou bous, dime woos
and county blues Ya'll

[Chorus]
Still preachin' that Word with them bangin beats
Reached thuged out lok's, grindin' on the streets
Hustlers, servin' caine, g's pullin' heat
Steady reachin' ‘em wit' the word seven days a week
[2x]

[Verse 2]
I'm still rippin' and kickin' flippin' and spittin'
lyrics that got you thinkin' trippin', grippin' your Bibles,
diggin' just to see what's written
Invision Paul in the prison livin' in the worst
conditions makin' decisions
Wit' 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 Lords Given,
What's that?
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
How do I do that?
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 ‘till it's
Dwellin' in your bone marrow
No more packin' the gat in the back of the Lac
Attackin' and smackin' crack heads wit' a baseball
bat

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Still makin' G music for the cold killers
Gang bangers, convicts, pimps, playas, weed
smokers and them drug dealers
Cap peelers, thief's, felons and those guerillas
And drug lords, over seas stackin' big skrilla
It's still the same, ain't nothin' changed
Street raps, altar calls and proclaim the name
Never was a shame of the One who was slain
Endured all the pain, bleedin' wit' nails
in His hands
Jus to save me from the burnin' flames
Amazin' 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 given God glory until my death
See I'm blessed, beyond measures
Like silver and gold treasures and world pleasures
Spittin' lectures to ease the world pressures
So that heathens that were grieven', theifin'
Can now believin' that Jesus bleedin' was for a reason
‘cause of what I'm speakin'

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, so there you have it, another one of them West Coast classics,
Brought to you by the one & only Boney-Bone Corleone, and an A & B experience,
We ain't ever gone quit puttin' that gospel flavor up in you ear hole,
This is how we do baby, welcome to Gospel Alpha Mega Funky Boogie Disco Music,
Ooo-ee.