Oh My Goodness - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Oh My Goodness - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Keith Murray |
| Album | He's Keith Murray |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Yeah this the build up) OH NO! | |
| You knew we was coming back | |
| But you ain't know we was coming back like this | |
| C'mon, it's gon' be a problem ya'll | |
| (Yeah uh huh, Keith Murray, Def Jam, Def Squad) | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh | |
| (How it's gon' be) | |
| Def Squad gonna make you go ah - ooh ooh ah | |
| [Verse] | |
| I come on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland | |
| The producer and the booth, niggas so don't get cute | |
| I come through in the coupe with the chopped off roof | |
| Humiliate you then blast you in your birthday suit | |
| You a small side order of apple cider | |
| I'm a three hot's in a cot dungeon rider | |
| My hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam | |
| And Incorporate +Murda+ like +Gotti+ | |
| How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld | |
| Chew you like little neck clams on half shells | |
| I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill | |
| Get nautious to the beat, I spit sick at will | |
| And the time has come and your shit is sour | |
| You need to turn your flow up an hour | |
| Give you a permanent lean, like the Pais Tower | |
| With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold shower | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Yo we got the shit on lock (uh huh) | |
| Come through and blast the spot (yeah man) | |
| And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record | |
| Everybody say oh my goodness! | |
| And my folks if you with me where you at? (yes sir) | |
| If you love what I'm doing holla back (talk to me) | |
| And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine | |
| Everybody scream oh my goodness! | |
| [Verse] | |
| And yeah I hear you talking mother****er write the check | |
| And if you in the house then protect your neck | |
| I抦 'Mister See You Anywhere It's Gon' Be A Showdown' | |
| So ya'll better have lyrics when I come 'round | |
| Cause I ain't lost a battle since God knows when | |
| Some niggas tried to front but they gots no win | |
| Taught how to prevent to lose and handle the win | |
| Like birds are made to fly and fish made to swim | |
| Wait a minute homie you don't really know me homie | |
| I'll take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat | |
| With my dazzling appearance and my world wide clearance | |
| I am treacherous, inferio, impermanent, impetuous | |
| I rock like an archeologist | |
| Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist | |
| I'm fabulously wicked, miraculous | |
| Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh my goodness | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh | |
| Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh | |
| Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! | |
| [Verse] | |
| And you in line mother****er like them people in court | |
| So when I see you I'm a pop your top like a cork | |
| I pack flow like ammo, spit like camels | |
| Come through and bless your whole crew like (achoo) | |
| But some still wanna holla, pop they collar | |
| ****ing with me like I run a funeral parlor | |
| Linguist lyricist out for +Chips+ like +Estrada+ | |
| Bilingual emcees even couldn't even couldn't do me nada | |
| With this mic I'm handy, flows be dandy | |
| It's a +Full Moon+ and hoes wanna **** like +Brandy+ | |
| Yeah I've been hated on, you probably heard it | |
| And I kicked their little ass but them niggas deserved it | |
| And I'm still in the hood and I still rep the hood | |
| Still +Tee'ing Off+ for a +Long Green+ like +Tiger Woods+ | |
| I ain't even gotta say it, ya'll know when it's hot | |
| So ya'll go back up in the vocal box | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Outro] | |
| Uh - uh uh uh | |
| ah - ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh - uh uh uh | |
| Def Squad gon' make you go ah - ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! |
| Yeah this the build up OH NO! | |
| You knew we was coming back | |
| But you ain' t know we was coming back like this | |
| C' mon, it' s gon' be a problem ya' ll | |
| Yeah uh huh, Keith Murray, Def Jam, Def Squad | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh uh uh uh | |
| How it' s gon' be | |
| Def Squad gonna make you go ah ooh ooh ah | |
| Verse | |
| I come on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland | |
| The producer and the booth, niggas so don' t get cute | |
| I come through in the coupe with the chopped off roof | |
| Humiliate you then blast you in your birthday suit | |
| You a small side order of apple cider | |
| I' m a three hot' s in a cot dungeon rider | |
| My hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam | |
| And Incorporate Murda like Gotti | |
| How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld | |
| Chew you like little neck clams on half shells | |
| I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill | |
| Get nautious to the beat, I spit sick at will | |
| And the time has come and your shit is sour | |
| You need to turn your flow up an hour | |
| Give you a permanent lean, like the Pais Tower | |
| With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold shower | |
| Chorus | |
| Yo we got the shit on lock uh huh | |
| Come through and blast the spot yeah man | |
| And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record | |
| Everybody say oh my goodness! | |
| And my folks if you with me where you at? yes sir | |
| If you love what I' m doing holla back talk to me | |
| And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine | |
| Everybody scream oh my goodness! | |
| Verse | |
| And yeah I hear you talking mother er write the check | |
| And if you in the house then protect your neck | |
| I bing ' Mister See You Anywhere It' s Gon' Be A Showdown' | |
| So ya' ll better have lyrics when I come ' round | |
| Cause I ain' t lost a battle since God knows when | |
| Some niggas tried to front but they gots no win | |
| Taught how to prevent to lose and handle the win | |
| Like birds are made to fly and fish made to swim | |
| Wait a minute homie you don' t really know me homie | |
| I' ll take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat | |
| With my dazzling appearance and my world wide clearance | |
| I am treacherous, inferio, impermanent, impetuous | |
| I rock like an archeologist | |
| Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist | |
| I' m fabulously wicked, miraculous | |
| Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh my goodness | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh uh uh uh | |
| Def Squad gon' make you go ah ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh uh uh uh | |
| Def Squad gon' make you go ah ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! | |
| Verse | |
| And you in line mother er like them people in court | |
| So when I see you I' m a pop your top like a cork | |
| I pack flow like ammo, spit like camels | |
| Come through and bless your whole crew like achoo | |
| But some still wanna holla, pop they collar | |
| ing with me like I run a funeral parlor | |
| Linguist lyricist out for Chips like Estrada | |
| Bilingual emcees even couldn' t even couldn' t do me nada | |
| With this mic I' m handy, flows be dandy | |
| It' s a Full Moon and hoes wanna like Brandy | |
| Yeah I' ve been hated on, you probably heard it | |
| And I kicked their little ass but them niggas deserved it | |
| And I' m still in the hood and I still rep the hood | |
| Still Tee' ing Off for a Long Green like Tiger Woods | |
| I ain' t even gotta say it, ya' ll know when it' s hot | |
| So ya' ll go back up in the vocal box | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| Uh uh uh uh | |
| ah ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh uh uh uh | |
| Def Squad gon' make you go ah ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! |
| Yeah this the build up OH NO! | |
| You knew we was coming back | |
| But you ain' t know we was coming back like this | |
| C' mon, it' s gon' be a problem ya' ll | |
| Yeah uh huh, Keith Murray, Def Jam, Def Squad | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh uh uh uh | |
| How it' s gon' be | |
| Def Squad gonna make you go ah ooh ooh ah | |
| Verse | |
| I come on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland | |
| The producer and the booth, niggas so don' t get cute | |
| I come through in the coupe with the chopped off roof | |
| Humiliate you then blast you in your birthday suit | |
| You a small side order of apple cider | |
| I' m a three hot' s in a cot dungeon rider | |
| My hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam | |
| And Incorporate Murda like Gotti | |
| How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld | |
| Chew you like little neck clams on half shells | |
| I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill | |
| Get nautious to the beat, I spit sick at will | |
| And the time has come and your shit is sour | |
| You need to turn your flow up an hour | |
| Give you a permanent lean, like the Pais Tower | |
| With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold shower | |
| Chorus | |
| Yo we got the shit on lock uh huh | |
| Come through and blast the spot yeah man | |
| And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record | |
| Everybody say oh my goodness! | |
| And my folks if you with me where you at? yes sir | |
| If you love what I' m doing holla back talk to me | |
| And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine | |
| Everybody scream oh my goodness! | |
| Verse | |
| And yeah I hear you talking mother er write the check | |
| And if you in the house then protect your neck | |
| I bǐng ' Mister See You Anywhere It' s Gon' Be A Showdown' | |
| So ya' ll better have lyrics when I come ' round | |
| Cause I ain' t lost a battle since God knows when | |
| Some niggas tried to front but they gots no win | |
| Taught how to prevent to lose and handle the win | |
| Like birds are made to fly and fish made to swim | |
| Wait a minute homie you don' t really know me homie | |
| I' ll take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat | |
| With my dazzling appearance and my world wide clearance | |
| I am treacherous, inferio, impermanent, impetuous | |
| I rock like an archeologist | |
| Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist | |
| I' m fabulously wicked, miraculous | |
| Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh my goodness | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh uh uh uh | |
| Def Squad gon' make you go ah ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh uh uh uh | |
| Def Squad gon' make you go ah ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! | |
| Verse | |
| And you in line mother er like them people in court | |
| So when I see you I' m a pop your top like a cork | |
| I pack flow like ammo, spit like camels | |
| Come through and bless your whole crew like achoo | |
| But some still wanna holla, pop they collar | |
| ing with me like I run a funeral parlor | |
| Linguist lyricist out for Chips like Estrada | |
| Bilingual emcees even couldn' t even couldn' t do me nada | |
| With this mic I' m handy, flows be dandy | |
| It' s a Full Moon and hoes wanna like Brandy | |
| Yeah I' ve been hated on, you probably heard it | |
| And I kicked their little ass but them niggas deserved it | |
| And I' m still in the hood and I still rep the hood | |
| Still Tee' ing Off for a Long Green like Tiger Woods | |
| I ain' t even gotta say it, ya' ll know when it' s hot | |
| So ya' ll go back up in the vocal box | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| Uh uh uh uh | |
| ah ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! | |
| Keith Murray gon' make you go uh uh uh uh | |
| Def Squad gon' make you go ah ooh ooh ah | |
| Oh my goodness! |
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