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Christ Chinese (Call the Police) Lyrics - DJ KosGabby ft. Metrican,Malcom De Urban

For all you who ever doubted us

          Or He in us who created the whole Universe

          Pulled the muzzle of the riffle up out on us

          We shot this one out up fi yah

 

(If don’ Gabby don’ change you Heaven ain’t your issue yet)

                                      (Used to it)

 

[Hook];

                    Call Call on the police

          What you did think is not what you did need

                             (Eh_Eh)

                             (Yo,  gah)

          The matter is about Christ Jeez

     Makin’ me speak this Heaven Christ Chinese

                             (Eh_Eh)

                         (Boom, skidikaka)

                           Call  Call on the police

          Tried to surpress ‘em make ‘em speak the least

                               (Eh_Eh)

                You forgot to remember to please Him

             Makin’ us speak In Heaven Christ Chinese

[Verse 1];

          Shandaraaba  kari gori gori Kari Yari Shandarabari

                              (roar)

                     Corpus Christi ain’t deceased

(no)

                    Hollow misery was redeemed

                             (yeah)

                    Died on the cross all I need

               Spirit came down now we on fleek

          Demons flee wen we possessed with thee

                 Thee who make me fly on cheese

                             (Raah)

          Ma pockets were done dry like camel

          Bwoy looked like I was straight outta Babel

          Ages thought I had written the Bible

          A living hell was all my life could tell yah

          Nah, am living well ice on ma neck solo tells

          I breathe by the Bible preachin’ on all its tales

          10 acre mansion on Beverly Hills

          Skrt of ma (black) Lambo is all he hears

                             (hears x2)

                             (Drippin’)

          Too much sauce,too much sauce

          Did I say too much sauce?

                         (Drippin’)

             Too much sauce

                             (whoo)

          Holy Ghost, Enthroned in him we boast

                   Too much sauce

                             (raah)

          Highest most, Fruit laden about to burst (pwa)

                A think he knows, as it rolls,

      Can’t stop thinking ue more

                   (Ooh)

The pineapple n’ apple pie

That when am humble he gives to I

I spread the gospel dem ask me why

For the love you gave please receive mine

                   (whoo)

Spreading the gospel like no tomorrow,

I give you ma life it is yours to borrow

I do sell my soul I  don’ care to go wrong

As long as you know the love I have for you Lord

[Hook];

                        Call Call on the police

          What you did think is not what you did need

                             (Eh_Eh)

                             (Yo,  gah)

          The matter is about Christ Jeez

Makin’ me speak this Heaven Christ Chinese

                             (Eh_Eh)

                         (Boom, skidikaka)

                         Call  Call on the police

          Tried to surpress ‘em make ‘em speak the least

                               (Eh_Eh)

                You forgot to remember to please, Him

             Makin’ us speak In Heaven Christ Chinese

 

[Verse 2];

                   Call on Call on the police.

          The 911(no) or the Mark 9:1(yap)

          Ain’t gonna die (No,no)

          Well the truth don’ lie

          It will teach you not to die

          You don’t sow no dime

          You don’t reap no dime

          That’s the truth of the life

          The life that designed

          My trap that’s my fire

          My faith yeah my fire

          Faith real legit,

 not from Chinese streets

Thou it gat me singing like heaven Chinese

He bled the blood he paid the real big fees

Just download the love you don’t need no mbs

          Addicted to Christ

          Addicted to Christ

          Rehab ain’t ma home

          Apprentice for life

          Apprentice for life

          Am preachin’ back hope

              So what if am gone

The father is yours and you’re his swords

Don’t cut off no ears, but cover your rears

From Lucifer’s fingers

The fallen got wisdom

His fear brings wisdom

Yo papa builds domes

We trap for our Lord

You Feel he ain’t there

Don’t choke on your tears

 jhus hold on the robe

Won’t go home alone

[Hook];

                    Call Call on the police

          What you did think is not what you did need

                             (Eh_Eh)

                             (Yo,  gah)

          The matter is about Christ Jeez

  Makin’ me speak this Heaven Christ Chinese

                             (Eh_Eh)

                         (Boom, skidikaka)

                           Call  Call on the police

          Tried to surpress ‘em make ‘em speak the least

                               (Eh_Eh)

                You forgot to remember to please, Him

             Makin’ us speak In Heaven Christ Chinese

                             (Oh Oh)

                        Gabby, Metri-, Malcom

                             BlackThunder

                         (Ooh, Yeah, ahh)

                       Gabby, Metri-, Malcom

                             BlackThunder

                          (Ooh, Yeah, ahh)

 

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