"God Wanna" as written by Bobby Byrd, James Brown, Charles Bobbitt and Erik Schrody....
I said God want to fill my heart, the devil want to wear my skin Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it God want to fill my heart, the devil want to wear my skin Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it Come on, bounce, rock, skate Tune in, drop out, de-motivate Renegotiate for the proper rate Somethin' to push weight, have to go up state And fuckin' jailbait is statutory rape And don't you never get your ass caught on tape This ain't New York, there ain't no escape And Superman's just another pimp in a cape And even if both your eyes come up snake It's time to get wise, rise and cut the cake It don't take much for the Earth to quake So watch what you clutch when you on the tape I'm tryna tell you God want to fill my heart, the devil want to wear my skin Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it God want to fill my heart, the devil want to wear my skin Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it I don't know where I'm going, I hardly know where I've been The only thing I know for sure, the party's bout to begin, you got it Thousand angels dancing, all on the head of a pin Some people live in righteousness, and some people live in sin, you got it God want to fill my heart, the devil want to wear my skin Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it God want to fill my heart, the devil want to wear my skin Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it Everybody jump in Lord, everybody jump in Everybody jump in Lord, everybody jump in, you got it Yo I'm a pimp, I'm a thief, I'm a killer, I'm a dealer I'm a Holy man preacher, I'm a teacher, I'm a healer I'm a mover, I'm a shaker, I'm a giver, I'm a taker I'm a long time bonafide big money maker I'm a winner, I'm a loser, I'm a begger, I'm a choser I'm a thug, I'm a poser, I'm a chronic drug user I've been rapping, I've been mixing, I'm fact and then I'm fiction I'm a walkin' talkin' livin' breathin' contradiction I'm working for my God but I'm playing with the devil Don't act like you can see me cause I'm on another level I'm a mic burner, not a trick turner I'll act like Ike Turner, then I'll treat you like Tina God want to fill my heart, the devil want to wear my skin Time to get the party started, everybody jump in, you got it God want to fill my heart, the devil want to take my soul Gotti got a broken heart, party's gotten out of control, you got it The party's gotten out of control, y'all The party's gotten out of control The party's gotten out of control, y'all The party's gotten out of control, you got it


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"God Wanna" as written by Bobby Byrd, James Brown, Charles Bobbitt, Erik Schrody

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