The Game - Oh Lord lyrics

Uh, let Jesus take the wheel of a Phantom, baby! Close my eyes, wake up, I'm in Atlanta, baby Who put the magic in Magic City? .. did! Who popping Magnum bottles with Didi? Mike! Tell 'em where the beast is, tell 'em where the b**h is Leaning back on my b**h chair, yeah I'm some like a leap year n***as don't see me that often in this Rory But n***a, we're here! Far baby, just like I got a charade in this back wood Let it burn, baby! (n***as 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 nose Let this! n***as ain't begging, we're getting Oprah dough Money over b**hes, till I'm f**ing Oprah So, back away from my Phantom, so I can open dough! sponsored links Hook: Marble floors, Lamborghini doors, Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord! ' at the window on the West Side, East Side, West Side Smoking green you ain't never seen! (Can I hit that?) Just don't go far, baby Take a puff at it Damn, run it until the puff ride it

.. on that master piece sh**, we brought it, bought it Up in' too f**ing crowded Unless it's ' club after' Say my n***a' that b**h, what's up, old cop? f** old cop, blood, got guns is on the up enough f** old blood, cop got hundred n***as just rolling up Still surreal gotta give it to my n***as, man My n***a scare, my n***a whine My n***a Joe Moses got the hoes opened My n***a' winning, I kept the door opened Can't forget about my n***a topped dough Put Kendrick on a pedestal where that should not fall One love to my lil n***a problem Got the LA turned up, like walk at him! Hook: Marble floors, Lamborghini doors, Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord! ' at the window on the West Side, East Side, West Side Smoking green you ain't never seen! (Can I hit that?) [Outro:] You're smoking charm, baby n***a, what a f**? I'm from the Valley We don't smoke' I don't know what you're doing counting But in one eight we put weed in weed n***a, you're tripping! I'm just f**ing with you, I wouldn't!