Now the tears dry and the pain takes over Let's talk this payola (payola) You killed God's baby when it wasn't his will And blood spill, we can't talk this shit over (this shit over) The Lord is my shepherd, I am not sheep I am just a short stone's throw from the streets I bring my offering, I will not preach Awaken my demons, you can hear that man screaming I'm no different than the priest, priest Santeria (Santeria, Santeria, Santeria)
They say that death comes in threes, how appropriate Triple back, they rush in like Soviets At the Kremlin Searching for the green like a Gremlin, presidential emblem Presidential tint on this shit that I'm driven in Woo! I just place orders and drop dollars Rotweillers roam the ground, the Glock hollers The three of y'all are too accessible Seen all the wrong moves, watching The Untouchables We don't do vegetables, niggas get flatlined Welcome all beef, then we heat 'em with flat irons Your plans are backfiring, think of double-crossing a priest Hail Mary, repeat after me
(Santeria) Ya te vas en la mañana (mañana) Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán Es el fuego que yo conozco Es el fuego que yo Ya te vas en la mañana (mañana) Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán Es el fuego que yo conozco Es el fuego que yo
Of all the things I've ever paid for Know that it's no price tag when I wage war It's no more to pray for, niggas get preyed on Darken my doorstep, they told me the day's gone You listening, De'von? As I'm talking to your spirit for God's sakes I'm dealing with heartbreak Checking my ego, I'm livin' with lost faith I'm back in this shit, nigga, you ever seen Shark Tank? I paid 'em in small bills, all of 'em small face I bet when we draw blood, you niggas will draw blank Dress you in all black, partnered with All Saints Our numbers is all facts, my shooters give all thanks And all praise, no jail bars can save Leave you like Malcolm where X marks your grave Hey, it's probably better this way It's cheaper when the chaplain prays Santeria!
Ya te vas en la mañana (mañana) Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán Es el fuego que yo conozco Es el fuego que yo
Writer/s: Anthony Killhoffer, Danielle Balbuena, Isaac Hayes, Kanye West, Mike Dean, Terrence Thornton, Tony Williams
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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The Naughty by Nature hit "O.P.P." doesn't have any curse words, but many oversensitive radio stations played a "clean" version with the word "kitten" edited out, surely the first time that word was censured.