Preacher's Daughter

The only girl that could ever please me

Was the daughter of a preacher man

Yo, pa, I got a lady, I'm 'bout to make her my baby

Might even make a baby, the thesis makin' her crazy

She know my style wavy, I'm circlin' her mercedes

Father, father was a preacher, I'm almost certain he hates me

But he ain't gotta date me and look, his baby is grown

And she decides on her own who resides on the throne

I'm her king, she my queen, we keep it right in the zone

And she understands the fact that I'm even right when I'm wrong

When she was prayin' in church, I was playin' in dirt

That's 100, I admit that we both was playin' at first

When opposites attract, I ain't always sayin' it works

I'm just sayin' ain't no use in me strayin', that make it worse

It's wu-tang, baby, my crew bang

And she's the preacher's daughter, I just call her my boo thang

And we tighter than shoestrings, or 10 grand in rubber bands

Man, sometimes I tell your parents just don't understand

No. Yo, you mean pastor brown's daughter?

The preacher, the rich slave-maker of the poorer?

I used to see her sundays comin' from church

We used to kick it at her window when her pops at work

Yo, her parents didn't play

She couldn't even come out to play on a school day

Thought she was gonna give me some on april fool's day

(But no, no way) nah, (no, no-no, no-no, no-no way)

The preacher's daughter, she an illegitimate child

She know the word, but she be runnin' in them streets foul

She married to a man, but she's crushin' his brother now

See her in the market place loud and boisterous

With tight spandex on, chokin' her oysters

She a seductress in the form of a goddess

Never virtuous or modest, poison the part is

Breakin' the vessel, turn brother against brother

Man, that's how she molest you

That's why the preacher man prolly a mess too

Cause the fruit that she devourin' is evil

Never sin around righteous people

Black widow, preacher's daughter comin' to eat you

I met her on the bus stop with black eyes

That's why she said she don't fuck with black guys

I cleaned her up, fed her all my wisdom

Her father spit the gospel but she never caught the vision

Brutal ass whoopins, always facin' these evictions

So she only fuck with thugs that'll wind up in the system

Them greasy bastards quick to squeeze a ratchet

Never knew the science of virtue, ecclesiastes

Like, a time for peace, a time for war

A time to laugh though, she never felt God before

Eternal love that'll pop like a kernel, this is grown folk talk

Between me and her, it don't concern you