Game - Oh Lord Lyrics
[Verse 1]Uh, 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? [?]Who popping magnum bottles with Diddy? Me kidTell ‘em where the beast is, tell ‘em where the ***** isLeaning back in my beach chair, yeahI’m something like a leap yearNiggas don’t see me that often in this 'RariBut nigga, we’re here!Far baby, like I got Usher Raymond in this BackwoodLet 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 doorsOh 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?)[Verse 2]Just don’t go far, babyTake a puff out itDamn, run it tell puff about itCompton been on that Master P shit, we brought it, bought itUp in gray stone 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 WayneMy nigga Joe Moses got the hoes openedMy nigga YG winning, I kept the door openedCan’t forget about my nigga Top DawgPut Kendrick on a pedestal where thou shall not fallOne love to my lil nigga ProblemGot the LA turned up, like walk at him![Hook][Outro]You’re smoking charm, babyNigga, what a *****? I’m from the ValleyWe don’t smokeI 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!
