Oh Lord

[Verse 1: The Game]

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? Meech did

Who popping magnum bottles with Diddy? Me kid

Tell ‘em where the beast is, somewhere where the beach is

Leaning back in my beach chair, yeah

I’m something like a leap year

Niggas don’t see me that often in this 'Rari

But nigga, we here!

Firm baby, it's like I got Usher Raymond in this Backwood

Let it burn, baby! (Weed make niggas so emotional)

I gotta pull out that hundred 'fore ya'll can poke it with holes

We in the Poconos, strokin' hoes til they open those - leggings

Niggas ain’t begging, we gettin' Oprah dough

Money over bitches, till I’m fucking Oprah, so

Back away from my Phantom, so I can open do'

[Chorus: The Game & Shontelle]

Marble floors, Lamborghini doors

Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord!

Hangin' out the window on the West Side, West Side, West Side

Smoking green you ain’t never seen! (Can I hit that?)

Just hold it firm baby

[Verse 2: The Game]

Take a puff out it

Then run it tell puff about it

Copped a Bent on that Master P shit, we bought it, bought it

Up in Greystone, it's too fucking crowded

Let's hit Supperclub after supper, blood

Say my nigga nip in that bitch, what’s up with cuh?

Fuck with cuh, blood, got guns it's on the up and up

Fuck with blood, cuh got hundred niggas just rolling up

Still Soo Woo, gotta give it to my niggas, man

My nigga Skeme, my nigga Wayne

My nigga Joe Moses got the hoes opened

My nigga YG winning, I kept the door opened

Can’t forget about my nigga Top Dawg

Put Kendrick on a pedestal where thou shall not fall

One love to my lil nigga Problem

Got the LA turned up, like whaaat?

[Chorus2: The Game & Shontelle]

Marble floors, Lamborghini doors

Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord!

Hangin' out the window on the West Side, West Side, West Side

Smoking green you ain’t never seen! (Can I hit that?)

You smokin' sherm baby?

[Outro: The Game]

Nigga, what a fuck? I’m from the Valley

We don’t smoke sherm

I don’t know what ya'll do in Compton

But in the 818 we put weed in weed

Nigga, you’re tripping

(I’m just fucking with you, I wouldn’t lace your weed)

Oh, fuck it then, let's smoke