Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh My Goodness, artist - Keith Murray. Album song He's Keith Murray, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
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, uh huh, Def Jam, yeah, Def Squad |
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh |
Yeah, Def Squad gonna make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah |
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 hots 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 nauseous 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 Pisa Tower |
With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold shower |
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» |
And yeah, I hear you talking motherfucker write the check |
And if you in the house then protect your neck |
I’m '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, inferior, impermanent, impetuous |
I rock like an archaeologist |
Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist |
I’m fabulously wicked, miraculous |
Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh, my goodness |
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» |
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 |
Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah |
Oh, my goodness |
And you in line motherfucker 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 |
Fucking 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 fuck 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 |
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» |
Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, oh, my goodness |
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh |
Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah |
Oh, my goodness |
Yo, what up this is DJ Already Dead |
This going down, you know who that is |
That’s Keith Murray in your ass |
Nigga like a hemorrhoid |
It’s going down, all you young ass niggas |
Understand this these are classics |
I don’t care how much money you give to the radio station |
You ain’t never gonna be this hot, oh, my goodness |