Various Artists - Pastor Sk**z lyrics

"And we'd like to thank our junior ushers for doing Such a wonderful job, look at 'em ... Pastor Sk**z's Last sermon with us today. But it's not a sad time It's a wonderful and joyous occa**ion. Pastor Sk**z's last sermon ... Pastor Sk**z." Before our presentation I'd like to thank the members of the congregation For being patient This morning I got a lil' somethin' to say How many of y'all woke up and didn't even feel like comin' down here? Well, Brother James, it's a shame I know you're sitting there, and all you're worried about is your football game Well, me and the Lord, we worry about some things Like you in the parking lot, smoking on your rock c**aine (Say what?) Man, everybody know it And if your mom can't read the announcements faster I'mma hafta let her go And Sister Alice, you late Cause don't think I don't see you stealin' out my collection plate Y'all don't hear me ... cause if you did, you'd pray I told you Cause if you do it in the dark, it's gonna come to the day And Brother Todd, I know that times is hard Ask the church for help, you ain't gotta steal money from your job You can't cheat, cause the man up above Ain't no sense stealing if ya' gonna blow it at strip clubs An' Sister Keisha, don't look in his direction He wouldn't be at your strip club if his wife gave him some affection The choir need to sing a song for y'all This morning I need to know what is wrong with y'all Satan's swinging his swords again Sister Kim keyed up the door to my Benz Now the teacher said I got to reach you Somebody said "Pastor, teach" so I'm preach That's what I came to do And Lord knows, Sister Williams, we all need to pray for you You can't do this, I knew you was ghetto If backsliding was a sport, you'd have a gold medal The dinners you sold last week was cold And the fish you fried was two weeks old I know you did it, so go on and admit it Half the choir ain't here, cause they home sick Y'all my people, but I know ya' well We in some troubling times, it ain't hard to tell But some a' y'all are goin' to hell If you keep leaving Bible study to watch Dave Chappelle Lord knows I love ya' brothers deep But don't sit in the pew if you been smokin' weed I know you're saying "Pastor, " But Lord, I'mma tell it like it GI is And Sister Gladys, ya' need to repent Cause when I call your house, I hear 50 Cent This house is in a mess We got some problems in here that we need to address And the ushers I shouldn't have to mention You so busy dancing to Usher to pay attention And Brother Wayne, you can't take the sound You bootleggin' services and sellin' 'em downtown What am I gonna do? I can lead you to the door, I can't take you through Now bear with me, it's almost over I gotta speak on it, y'all, and get the dirt off my shoulder I'm a city (?), so you gotta get it clear Deacon Smith's been having affair for twenty-two years Some a' y'all is doin' wrong But I'm gonna go on, I told ya' I wasn't gonna hold ya' long Now I ain't got much more to say Me and Tony goin' to Shaunie's, we gonna miss the buffet