Sound Off

 

Breakdown

Oh no Big Brothas beats and they don’t know (2x)

 

Verse 1

This beat is from the rowdy hot as Atlanta

On fire like a whole bottle of Louisiana

And I got a whole sack of lyrics like my name was Santa

Spitting em out with more juice then Tropicana (here we go)

This song is for the winter this song is for the summer

This song is for the Caddy’s and the Jeeps and the Hummers

This song will keep you dancing this song will keep you jumping

This song will keep you moving like you bout to break something

Give a shout out to my saved family

The devil thought he had me out but ain’t no way I’m stopping this ministry

I’m back for round 3 yo he should have known better

Rhymes hotter than ever like they wearing 10 sweaters

Got P. he’s doing surgery stretching like he’s elastic

Got my man back here looks like his arms are made of plastic

Only for the Son we don’t do this for fun or dollars

But we love it cuz we make the crowd holla

 

(Chorus)

 

Fellas give me a what like hot sauce and chicken

If you think this beat is hittin sound off one two

Ladies give me a ya like good hair and clothes

Yall feel like getting some mo sound off three four (2x)

 

Verse2

Sound off say it loud say I’m a Christian say it proud

Sound off better recognize won’t conform to the world won’t compromise for

Platinum grills record deals

Think about how my soldiers would feel

If I switched up my flow to get some dough

Is D.S. for sell the answers no

Never was never will keep your mills

I’ll keep it underground just to keep it real

He didn’t save me just to blend in

Live in old sin or just to fit in

But do what I can to reach the lost

Don’t be soft if your gonna sound off

Live the same life be the same man

On Friday night and on Sunday morning

Yes I’m born again I know what’s in store

It’s all about what you stand for

And do it up for Christ in your everyday

Cuz all other things are gonna pass a pass away

 

(Chorus)

 

Verse 3

Now all this talk about hot sauce and chicken

Got Big Brotha wishing he was sitting in his mom’s kitchen

A plate with a side of greens some corn bread and butter

Got my mouth b b bugging I start to st st stutter

Just like when I think about what God’s did for me

Yo he spoke and man breathed parted the Red Sea

He sent his only seed that walk for thirty three

Fulfilled the prophecy on that old rugged tree

So fellas and all my ladies

We got one more shot to get hot let me hear ya’ll say these

Last line designed to make sure Christ will shine

Now kick it old school for me one time (so all my)

 

(Chorus)

 

Breakdown

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