The Game - Hallelujah (featuring Jamie Foxx) Lyrics
[Hook]Halle mother*****ing lujah, all my real niggas I salute yaAll the bad *****es, I’ma run throguh yaHop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damnHop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damnHeaven’s prays, all I’m tryina do, reach you, praise youHeaven’s prays, all I’m wanna do, praise you, my lordNigga I ain’t pastor mason yo, nigga patting rhyme, pete sirock acing y’allAnd since I got good taste and all, this for all the bad *****es couldn’t wait to get they braces offI know we in church, and the way that I’m thinking, wrongBut inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phoneBut I don’t wanna do that, I came to take the service inAnd stare at all the women who brought they Louie purses inBad *****es in here, forgive me for my sinsI ain’t meant to walk inside the church cursing againI wanna live righteous and you know I love JesusBut you can’t catch the holy ghost in the prius[Hook]Halle mother*****ing lujah, all my real niggas I salute yaAll the bad *****es, I’ma run throguh yaHop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damnHop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damnHeaven’s praysThey look around the church like what that nigga looking hereHe prolly told of somebody, posed to be doing yearsBut who am I to judge a nigga, hey I don’t wanna go to church, I can’t budge the niggaBut I love the nigga, so I’ma go for both us, and put these g stars slacks with these louie loafersHe rather sit outside and listen to hovaBut the service jumping, the pastor is serving my mimosasAnd all this ass in here, how do I focusCollection plate buldging damn pastor you the coldestMy envelope stay swollen, so I’ma count my blessings now, somebody hold this[Hook]Halle mother*****ing lujah, all my real niggas I salute yaAll the bad *****es, I’ma run through yaHop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damnHop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damnHeaven’s praysStaring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheapAin’t paying they ties, taking up 2 seatsAnd look at god’s house, pack full of sinnersWith the sun ride service, now they back for the dinnersYeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain’tAnd your outfit clean but your nose ain’tAnd I supposed ain’t nobody a liar in hereIf that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in hereI’m so glad we have a choir in here, to wake me up everytime I get tired in hereAnd one thing’s for sure, gotta praise the lordCause when I went to undefeated, they still have my forceFell to the floor like[Hook]Halle mother*****ing lujah, all my real niggas I salute yaAll the bad *****es, I’ma run throguh yaHop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damnHop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, damn, damn, damn, damnHeaven’s prays, all I’m tryina do is, reach you, praise youHeaven’s prays, all I’m wanna do is, my lord
