Keith Murray Oh My Goodness Lyrics

He's Keith Murray Track Listing
  • 1 Da Intro (skit) (feat. Jamie Foxx)
  • 2 The Carnage (feat. Joe Hooker)
  • 3 Oh My Goodness
  • 4 Yeah Yeah U Know It (feat. Def Squad)
  • 5 Star (skit) (feat. Jamie Foxx)
  • 6 Candi Bar
  • 7 Christina
  • 8 Sucka Free (skit) (feat. Jamie Foxx)
  • 9 Sucka Free
  • 10 Say Whaatt (feat. Redman)
  • 11 Da Ba Dunk Song
  • 12 BC (skit) (feat. Jamie Foxx)
  • 13 Swagger Back
  • 14 On Smash (feat. Busta Rhymes & Kell Vicious)
  • 15 Say Goodnight (skit)
  • 16 Say Goodnight
  • 17 Child of the Streets (Man Child)
  • 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, *****s 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 **** 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 **** 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 ************ 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 *****s 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 **** 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 ************ 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
    ****ing 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 **** like Brandy
    Yeah, I've been hated on, you probably heard it
    And I kicked their little *** but them *****s 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 **** 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 ***
    ***** like a hemorrhoid

    It's going down, all you young *** *****s
    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

    Written by: Quu0027ran Goodman, Keith Omar Murray
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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