Jay-Z - Oh My God
Artist: Jay-Z
Album: Kingdom Come
Song: Oh My God
You are tuned in
To the greatest
Young H-O-V
Let`s go get em again Just
Oh my God
Pops sped off, left mom with a bundle of
Joy, ya boy smacked dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision, but he would soon become a mogul
But first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo
Don`t play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hating on me, it`s all good
I`m buying things like my shit don`t stink, Gucci links in Gucci goose`s
Watching too many movies, bulletproof this
Had some nerve, like pulling tooth`ses
When your 16, coming through roofless
Yea your boy "ruthless", like Ice Cube was
Turn the whole city on, I`m the new blood
So if this is your first time hearing this
You`re about to experience someone so cold
A journey seldom seen, the American dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe they call me Hov
[Chorus]
They gunning for me, wanna see me fall
You know my story, I`ve been through it all
Night`s I`ve felt like dying, but I ain`t crying
What didn`t kill me, made me strong as iron
Iron, iron (Oh my God, Hov)
Now I`m knee deep in the concrete
Like a street`s made a quicksand, it`s beyond deep
I got a "chemical romance", two left feet
So now I dance with the devil, please G-O-D
Save me from the "black parade", release me
My life like Grant Theft Auto, PSP
I`m in that Volvo, puffing on that la-la
Ducking from the po-po, everytime I drive by
Say hi to the bad guy, all my momma`s friends was like
"Mmm, mmm, mmm" would you just look at him
So sorry dear momma for your embarrasment
But give me a couple years and pray I`ll never sin again
Got all these rival dealers trying to do me in
And all these little rappers don`t know how prepared for them I am (I am)
I`m feelin like the world`s against me Lord
Call me crazy, but strangely I love the odds
[Chorus]
Now these baby ballers, toy rappers/toy wrappers
Callin out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shooting air-balls at the basket
What you call money, I pay more in taxes
I got crowned king down in Africa
Out in Niger, do you have any idea
Sold out shows out in Seoul, Korea
Jo`burg, Dublin, Tanzinia
Lunch with Mandella, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to give water out to everybody
Everybody, fall back
Y`all rapping, I`m reenacting
CNN, you see it`s accurate
ESPN, see me in action
Monday night`s, when the half ends
When you 10 years in, holla back then
[Chrous]
(Good Lord, good Lord, good Lord
Good Lord, I said I feeeeeeeeeeeel like I`m dyiiiiiiiing)
Album: Kingdom Come
Song: Oh My God
You are tuned in
To the greatest
Young H-O-V
Let`s go get em again Just
Oh my God
Pops sped off, left mom with a bundle of
Joy, ya boy smacked dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision, but he would soon become a mogul
But first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo
Don`t play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hating on me, it`s all good
I`m buying things like my shit don`t stink, Gucci links in Gucci goose`s
Watching too many movies, bulletproof this
Had some nerve, like pulling tooth`ses
When your 16, coming through roofless
Yea your boy "ruthless", like Ice Cube was
Turn the whole city on, I`m the new blood
So if this is your first time hearing this
You`re about to experience someone so cold
A journey seldom seen, the American dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe they call me Hov
[Chorus]
They gunning for me, wanna see me fall
You know my story, I`ve been through it all
Night`s I`ve felt like dying, but I ain`t crying
What didn`t kill me, made me strong as iron
Iron, iron (Oh my God, Hov)
Now I`m knee deep in the concrete
Like a street`s made a quicksand, it`s beyond deep
I got a "chemical romance", two left feet
So now I dance with the devil, please G-O-D
Save me from the "black parade", release me
My life like Grant Theft Auto, PSP
I`m in that Volvo, puffing on that la-la
Ducking from the po-po, everytime I drive by
Say hi to the bad guy, all my momma`s friends was like
"Mmm, mmm, mmm" would you just look at him
So sorry dear momma for your embarrasment
But give me a couple years and pray I`ll never sin again
Got all these rival dealers trying to do me in
And all these little rappers don`t know how prepared for them I am (I am)
I`m feelin like the world`s against me Lord
Call me crazy, but strangely I love the odds
[Chorus]
Now these baby ballers, toy rappers/toy wrappers
Callin out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shooting air-balls at the basket
What you call money, I pay more in taxes
I got crowned king down in Africa
Out in Niger, do you have any idea
Sold out shows out in Seoul, Korea
Jo`burg, Dublin, Tanzinia
Lunch with Mandella, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to give water out to everybody
Everybody, fall back
Y`all rapping, I`m reenacting
CNN, you see it`s accurate
ESPN, see me in action
Monday night`s, when the half ends
When you 10 years in, holla back then
[Chrous]
(Good Lord, good Lord, good Lord
Good Lord, I said I feeeeeeeeeeeel like I`m dyiiiiiiiing)
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