The Amba**ador - Whatchu Goin' Do? lyrics

[Breakdown] We goin' smash this joint And make everybody wanna blast this joint If it's a party we'll crash this joint And pray by his grace you could grasp this point Yeah, we goin' smash this joint And make everybody wanna blast this joint If it's a party we'll crash this joint And pray by his grace you could grasp this point [Hook] You just got saved, now whatchu goin' do? Whatchu goin' do? Whatchu whatchu goin' do? You got a minute in the faith, now whatchu goin' do? Whatchu goin' do? Whatchu whatchu goin' do? You just got served … You just got word … Now whatchu goin' do? Whatchu whatchu goin' do? Whatchu goin' do? Whatchu whatchu goin' do? [Verse 1] In the Father you've got this permanent spot Which you cannot lose so you learn to just drop Pray forever lean on him like a permanent sigh Kick you are in his hands, you are not slick, not with This God that's got grip, grip like a lock pit The object's for this to get you open like a locksmith And fuel you, you got power like a socket Somebody him and not just study him like it's hobbit But don't vacate the co*kpit Thinkin' there's an order pileup, writin' with no pen you get no profit You gotta grow, best bet it's the drop-in Give him 66 reps, yep they are God-sent Listen close while I drop it You get saved, but there's more than being just saved on the docket You gotta grow like a whole lotta crop This is the Son's show and he knows how to rock it [Hook] [Verse 2] You ask if faith alone saves you get to k** The Bible's got so much proof of this truth it's ever clear But to be totally truthful You need to understand what's comin' out my mouth and when the tooth's pulled Some in the faith can be straight unuseful Even a saint could be straight unfruitful Few in a suit and they dance is strong But only fit to be thrown out and trampled on Get on your 2 Peter 1 and 5 Which describes the abundant lives of those who know how to run it right You got faith, don't stop it there The rock got a clothing line, rock his wear With lots of layers, put on virtue and knowledge Self-control, we got a curfew on eyelids We're steadfast and affection pours for the saints That's how you know your election's sure [Hook] [Verse 3] We're left on earth to serve and not be served like customers To the words on every curb like hustlers You might have to tussle, but Jesus shows He can mow any soul so men can be muscular Every now and then the streets remind us To be like teeth, you know teeth will grind us We stay on the grind and we keep the blinders ‘Cause everybody's mind likes to creep, well mine does Let your head down, won't you stay awhile Loosen your tie, your shoes on a gator pile The standard is set Righteousness ain't easy believe me, hope you're planning to sweat Somebody tell me how the streets got it right They're a carca** and darkness to see by the hype We got the parchment it's all plus we got a light And we can walk when it's hard since we got a Christ [Breakdown] [Hook]