Letra de Street Preacha de T-Bone

What up mamma, it's tha Rap Papa,
Don Dadda, tha one who used to smoke
grama, from Nicaragua,
sip champana in tha sauna hollering
Hey Caramba, now I'm tha redeemed hoodlum
telling 'em Cristo to ama,
I'm a bring tha drama, like Tony Montana,
cuz when demons step to me they get cut
worse than shrimp at BenniHannas,
back in tha day we'ed hit weed and smoke
roaches, but we ain't no playas, tell 'em
why, we some coaches, I get ferocious,
then I bury all you cochroaches, gt bent
off tha Holy Ghost and take it by tha doses,
Bibles in my holsters, seen me on tha poster,
devil outlined in tha chalk, I walk tha
walk and talk tha talk, Jehovah knows
this, being a Christians on a day 2 day,
forget tha halfway, can't havler praise
tha Lord, then smoke and sip tha alizay,
or tangaree, or you'll get blown up like a hand granade,
I ain't afraid, I slit the devils
throat wit my switchblade.