《Oh My Lord》歌词

[00:00:00] Oh My Lord - Junior M.A.F.I.A

[00:00:10] Why niggaz wanna clock me?

[00:00:11] Like that dance called the chachi

[00:00:13] Don't they know I break

[00:00:14] Motherf**kers into parts like Rocky

[00:00:16] Part I, part II, part III, niggaz can't f**k with me

[00:00:19] My style's knock-kneed plum crazy what?

[00:00:21] Who's that wild a** motherf**ker catchin wreck

[00:00:24] Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques

[00:00:26] It's Klep the death specialist,

[00:00:28] Stallone and Stone sh*t

[00:00:29] Stayin high representin for the nine-quint

[00:00:31] Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye

[00:00:34] Why try mimic?

[00:00:35] MC's get broke like speed limits uhh

[00:00:37] Niggaz can't f**k with my metaphore

[00:00:39] Canin MC's like they in Singapore,

[00:00:41] Klep been through more wards

[00:00:43] Than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers

[00:00:45] On the regular, got that net,

[00:00:46] Push me round and Dread stressin a

[00:00:48] Trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt

[00:00:50] Robbin his workers for they work;

[00:00:52] Now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?

[00:00:54] It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'

[00:00:56] Life interceptor, p**sy collector

[00:00:58] Got your b**ch on my dick and I ain't even stressin her

[00:01:01] Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular

[00:01:03] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator

[00:01:07] Niggas say Oh my lord!

[00:01:09] Throw gats to Guiliani

[00:01:11] Flows tighter than b**ches punani, try me, die G

[00:01:14] Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out

[00:01:17] The tip of his dick,

[00:01:18] Biggie Smalls with the wickedest sh*t

[00:01:20] Spit clips, niggaz split like bananas

[00:01:22] Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach

[00:01:25] I strangle each - negro for they dough

[00:01:28] Niggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin

[00:01:30] 560 V-12 engine, women spinnin

[00:01:33] In 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha

[00:01:36] The menage-a-trois around my waist

[00:01:38] Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Ac's

[00:01:42] Windows cracked, so sit back relax

[00:01:43] Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash

[00:01:46] Niggas say Oh my lord!

[00:01:48] Niggas say Oh my lord!

[00:01:51] Niggas say Oh my lord!

[00:01:54] Niggas say Oh my lord!

[00:01:56] What you doin with yourself?

[00:01:58] Stone heart's the way to wealth

[00:02:00] Indecisive thoughts make sentences get dealt

[00:02:02] Money makes the world go round, robbin sh*t

[00:02:05] F**k a job sh*t, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffs

[00:02:08] All-wheel automobiles, traction control

[00:02:10] For clay roads, rollin with dough, kickin game

[00:02:13] On the cel with b**ches on hold, that's how we roll uhh

[00:02:16] Rhymes got tight as hell so to the bank I stroll uhh

[00:02:18] Money on my mind, open lips from my eyes

[00:02:21] Reveal pupils shaped like dollar signs

[00:02:23] The world is mine!

[00:02:24] Niggaz frontin, feelin twelve gauge pellets

[00:02:27] BIG is repellant, to all that he say, she say

[00:02:29] We play, Russian roulette, f**k the threat

[00:02:32] Your whole crew's vagina, you and your co-signer

[00:02:34] Ni**a, we rollin in eight and a halfs, TV's in the dash

[00:02:38] Three G's in the stash, see we love the cash

[00:02:41] No coke, then get some more

[00:02:43] Niggas say Oh my lord!

[00:02:46] Niggaz don't know bout my game,

[00:02:47] They don't know

[00:02:48] How complex it is, baggin b**ches in GS 300 Lexuses

[00:02:51] And the sex is for summer sports

[00:02:53] Passports for drug transports to remote resorts

[00:02:56] B**ches with Donna Karan Catwoman suits,

[00:02:59] Matchin figure boots

[00:02:59] Haircut cute, on tops and garters like prostitutes

[00:03:02] My lyrics explicit

[00:03:03] Got b**ches bringin they own condoms on the first visit

[00:03:06] If Biggie bring big bowls of beef

[00:03:09] Backin b**ch niggaz down,

[00:03:10] Burners bring bundles of belief

[00:03:12] Common thief, slash drug chief, syndicated

[00:03:14] Went from 10 K, to 24 K and motherf**kers hate it

[00:03:18] J.M. sedated, quarantined uhh

[00:03:20] BIG for President, buckin shots past the spleen

[00:03:23] 9 millimeter dream, Mac 11 nightmares

[00:03:25] Electric chairs, which MC's do you fear?

[00:03:28] Big Poppa, Junior M.A.F.I.A., nuff said

[00:03:31] Niggaz disrespect just are dead