Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh My God , by - HaystakRelease date: 22.07.2002
Song language: English
Oh My God |
| Let me break it down for you |
| B. Stone |
| David Ray |
| Stump Dog |
| And Lex |
| That’s the CWB, the Crazy White Boys |
| Right about now your bout to feel this |
| You know you dun fucked up huh don’t cha |
| Leave me in some blood |
| And your momma won’t want ya |
| You ain’t got no heart boy |
| Knew it from the start boy |
| Now we bout to pull em out |
| Let em spark boy |
| ??? |
| pump and it dont make sence |
| When no ones around I fight the fence |
| I fight the house |
| I fight the bucket |
| Nobody ever loved me, man fuck it |
| We was runnin the club? |
| Homemade class? |
| I was hustlin and gettin cash |
| And rockin up in glass? |
| Baby John? |
| Whaa |
| Drivin fast cars, Whaa |
| Shootin dice playin cards |
| Leavin em with scars |
| Jumpin out them ghetto rides when them things on our side |
| Keep playin boy |
| Don’t let fifty glide |
| Ammunition to the fly? |
| Birds fallin from the sky |
| Now you bout to find out |
| Bout the boss from the south |
| OH my god its some crazy white boys |
| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys |
| Oh my god ??? |
| Fuckin shit up like it was your life boy? |
| OH my god its some crazy white boys |
| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys |
| Oh my god ??? |
| Fuckin shit up like it was 4:20 |
| I’ve been to hell and back |
| Had to sell some crack |
| Got caught with some packs |
| And they held me back |
| Got released to the streets with these other cats |
| They keep lying threw their teeth doin nother raps |
| I’m bout them twenty twos and them Bentleys too |
| But when there’s dirt to do |
| You desert your crew |
| But when them guns bust |
| ?? |
| then call me on the phone and wanna run with us |
| Next thing you know |
| They had to see dub tap? |
| See me at the club and want hugs and daps |
| My drug is rappin and I’m about to overdose |
| Come close let me leave straight comeatose |
| You better slow your roll before I throw them bows |
| Stay gone on them rolls and them toatum polls |
| Then some Xanax bars gota have me slow |
| Pull up in the spot everybody like ohhh |
| OH my god it’s some crazy white boys |
| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys |
| Oh my god ??? |
| Fuckin shit up like it was your life boy? |
| OH my god its some crazy white boys |
| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys |
| Oh my god ??? |
| Fuckin shit up like it was 4:20 |
| ?? |
| cwb |
| When they come to the streets |
| The peace is up under the seat |
| With nothing but beef |
| I swear to One hundred degrees |
| The smoldering heat |
| The type to run over your streets |
| I’m blowin on trees |
| The kin that will leave you holding your knees |
| And holding your chest |
| Matter of fact, I lay you to rest |
| Come stay at my nest |
| Those boys don’t play when you test |
| I told you stupid mother fuckers shoulda came with a vest |
| Im bringing the best |
| Never ever was or will be |
| You slow poke stoke? |
| better hope you kill me |
| I’m no joke bro when I know you feel me |
| For shore my flows been known to kill beats |
| Blazin, can’t get no wrong |
| Your talkin bout money or you’re movin along |
| Holdin it down provin a point |
| Rich kids want to ride but they just can’t join |
| Cwb is the only thing goin |
| Yall were made but my boys is born |
| Flip the flows in several forms |
| Knock your ass out like electrical storms |
| Incredible poems laced with pain |
| My medication makes me think crazy things |
| Free cd didn’t changed an thing |
| Cause when its whack its whack |
| Bang-sha-bang? |
| COMMON |
| Who in the hell |
| Let me get my gun |
| I tell ya I kill a son-of-a-bitch |
| Paw its just Bubba |
| They just want to listen |
| They don’t want to hear it |
| They just want to touch it |
| They don’t want to feel it |
| They don’t really know us |
| Who is they to judge us |
| This one on the house that put away your budget |
| Twelve more bars before I put away the subject |
| Bubba-c-dub bitch there I made it public |
| Crazy white boys that ain’t afraid of ruckus |
| The flow made ya like us |
| The heart made ya love us |
| Let me calm down before I start a revolution |
| Boy don’t even speak if you ain’t part of the solution |
| The old style died so were chartering a new one |
| My pits bite fuck barkin its a blue??? |
| one |
| New style pedigree |
| Get the guns betta weed |
| Gone of that kedameen |
| I know its unsettling |
| Talkin bout a chain |
| White gloves is what you better bring |
| Oh my god hes the wildst boy you ever seen |
| OH my god its some crazy white boys |
| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys |
| Oh my god ??? |
| Fuckin shit up like it was your life boy? |
| OH my god its some crazy white boys |
| Oh my god they jump out of them big toys |
| Oh my god ??? |
| Fuckin shit up like it was 4:20 |
| Weeeee Dieee |