Sweatbox - You Gon Learn (Late Service) lyrics

[Chamillionaire over Intro] Never that You know we couldn't stay away I appreciate you Thank you for coming back around too [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Back for the late service, the dress and the church body Leave those who actin Hollywood by they self like Macaulay You work to get the punani, work to get a Denali You in the new Bugatti then you in Illuminati You slackers is k**in' me with your silly conspiracies Never goin to hell, I'm so cold that I'm finna freeze Bet you could feel the breeze, Jesus is on the piece In the middle of the Middle East, Jesus is 'bout to sneeze Lord bless the j**eler, people that never knew ya With amnesia forget when they wouldn't say nothin' to ya Women that never love ya, thinkin' 'bout how to do ya Do ya Jeremy Lin and they yellin' out "Hallelujah" Back to my non-profit that's really just all profit I learned from you false prophets now empty out y'all pockets Ain't down with that flip-floppin, hope that they all stop it We on the road to the riches, get out if you're car hoppin' (let's go!) [Hook: Chamillionaire] This is where you learn how to win The congregation is here, let the conversation begin (Amen) Turn your scriptures to page ten Cause loyalty is everything and flip floppin' should be a sin (Amen) Pa** the offer and play the game If you supportin' the movement then prove it by what you spend Everything has a price if you ain't learned anything in your life You gonna learn tonight [Chamillionaire] Yeah, they told me that she would sue if I paid her then she would settle Gave my lawyer a note and right after that it was settled Pumpin' it for the devil but I ain't down with Geppetto You couldn't see on my level and calculate in stilettos Thinkin' back to when I was promotin' and pa**in' demos Turn the face to a bezel, move momma from out the ghetto Blessed with the gift to riches, I know this ain't accidental I'ma live like the king that was never from Sacramento Gotta show every night I'm not makin' it back for Leno Groupies beggin' to get in the room but it's just a rental Tryin' to get in the circle, they think they can crack my mental Never could be my dawg, send 'em back to the kennel Always in good spirits, never a pessimist You think you could k** my spirit? You think you a exorcist? How she askin' for child support when you never done met the chick? If money's the root of evil a pocket is devilish Normally the usual unforgettable predator You should be mad at you, when you met her you met a who*e Your baby mama's a hoe that know every rich rapper metaphor How you mad she a hoe when you know that's just what you met her for? [Hook]