glorify his holy name. (REPEAT) (CHORUS) Ain't no tree, gonna wave it's branches. As long as I'm alive I'll glorify his holy name. (REPEAT) (CHORUS) Ain't no rock
Översättning: Mercy Me. Är inte Ingen Rock.
lie And we both know that it ain't right But if you ever loved me Please have some mercy on me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell 'em anything you want to Just don't
that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin askin me for a pound You ain't invited means you simply ain't
for me Atlantic records say just make another hit for me I tell 'em, cut a hundred million dollar check for me Like it or not, don't lose no respect for me
yes, I'll make careers disappear Like hocus, pocus, no joke, it's Push' Mercy, mercy, oh Lord, who is he? Who curse me, curse me? But doing me, it hurts me so, puts me
they get down, body rock [body rock, bock rock, body rock]. We say the war shouldn't stop until they get down, body rock [body rock, body rock, body rock
If maybe he can tell me why you hatin' on me Bitin' on me, why you want me to show a nigga leatherface in me Don't fuck around nigga he's a real buck
Mercedes 600 But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't (Chorus til fade)
bosses from Cleveland and gee van goes. On a quest for death, don't say passin', is he created, he made me rich with his pistol, and there ain't any demon
feel good to me, I promise, I promise Not to ever, ever leave this night life alone This me, me too, this me and me three Have mercy Take me where the
A weeby weeby wobble gobble gobble DO the turkey Lord have mercy mercy mercy me You see I'm tryin to get the punani but you just wanna rock me ah eh
see 25 nigga you a O.G. No Mercy, no mercy. No mercy, nigga ima neva say die! No Mercy nigga no mercy. No mercy, nigga ima neva say die! Verse 2: Might
who's gun bigger But I bet you you can't do that 'cause the multiplatinums Can't save your ass on the block and you're fucked if it ain't pop The funk
me pretty Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese Ain't no rules to the game If it is we ain't
to rock singer Check me on the big screen, livin' out my dreams Cypress, Assassins, SX, latin thug thing Fools think they get bad, I ain't really with
around and get that ass rocked and rolled up like Anthrax This ain't no joke dudes, I pray for my enemy (I pray for em) Lord have mercy when they feel me
Squeeze it till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze I'm a soldier These shoulders hold up so much They won't
