The Game - Oh Lord Lyrics
feat. ChantelUh, let Jesus take the wheel of a Phantom, baby!Close my eyes, wake up, I’m in Atlanta, babyWho put the magic in Magic City? .. did!Who popping Magnum bottles with Didi? Mike!Tell ‘em where the beast is, tell ‘em where the ***** isLeaning back on my ***** chair, yeahI’m some like a leap yearNiggas don’t see me that often in this RoryBut nigga, we’re here!Far baby, just like I got a charade in this back woodLet it burn, baby! (Niggas so emotional)I gotta pull that hundred for you, I gotta poke in with hoes!We in the poking, no stroking hoes to their open noseLet this! Niggas ain’t begging, we’re getting Oprah doughMoney over *****es, till I’m *****ing OprahSo, back away from my Phantom, so I can open dough!Hook:Marble floors, Lamborghini doors,Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord!… at the window on the West Side, East Side, West SideSmoking green you ain’t never seen!(Can I hit that?)Just don’t go far, babyTake a puff at itDamn, run it until the puff ride it.. on that master piece shit, we brought it, bought itUp in… too *****ing crowdedUnless it’s … club after…Say my nigga… that *****, what’s up, old cop?***** old cop, blood, got guns is on the up enough***** old blood, cop got hundred niggas just rolling upStill surreal gotta give it to my niggas, manMy nigga scare, my nigga whineMy nigga Joe Moses got the hoes openedMy nigga… winning, I kept the door openedCan’t forget about my nigga topped doughPut Kendrick on a pedestal where that should not fallOne love to my lil nigga problemGot the LA turned up, like walk at him!Hook:Marble floors, Lamborghini doors,Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord!… at the window on the West Side, East Side, West SideSmoking green you ain’t never seen!(Can I hit that?)[Outro:]You’re smoking charm, babyNigga, what a *****? I’m from the ValleyWe don’t smoke…I don’t know what you’re doing countingBut in one eight we put weed in weedNigga, you’re tripping!I’m just *****ing with you, I wouldn’t!
