Oh My Goodness Lyrics - Keith Murray

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