O Lord Lyrics - Lil Boosie

[Intro:] 

Oh Lord, I ain't gon' do no more wrong 

I wish I was a baby in my mama's home 

You see the judge gave me the time up in there court 

I went from a million dollar home to a cell 8 by 4 

Oh Lord 

[Hook:] 

Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord 

I ain't gon' do no more wrong 

Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord 

The whole pen sayin' 

Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord 

I just wanna go home 

Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord 

(You feel me now nigga) 

[Verse 1:] 

To go home you can have my home and all my redbones 

Know when I'm free I'll get it back cause my head strong 

Fuck all this wildin out, I can't keep fuckin' up 

Judge hit the hammer I hit hunts and reality struck 

Ain't no place like home, I'm looking out the window 

Thinking 'bout my kinfolk wishin' I had some endo 

Do the crime, do the time, time lookin slow, 

Wishin I could get a miracle release from (Hillar Moore) 

I'm in the pen now, wishing I was still a baby 

Gettin' rock to sleep, listening to sweet sadie 

Fuck all these fat mouthin niggas I'm a let 'em ride 

He think I'm pussy, it's all good, walk away and smile 

Promise this time father God I'm a use my mind 

Try not to do no more wrong, and I'm a gon' pay my tides 

Momma asks me shit Boosie what's wrong? Nothin' Connie 

I just want to go home, I just want to go 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2:] 

Ain't nothin' in this bitch for me, know what I'm talking 'bout 

Rather be broke on the street than a penitentiary boss 

Nigga on the side me, man he came to the pen strong 

Stuck in them cells fucked em up now his mind gone 

My other neighbor caught an L at only 15 

He only fucked one girl before he left the streets 

My heart goes out too his situation affected me 

Fuck goin' on a call out, I wanna walk free 

I had super bad bitches that was hood to me 

Now they've got bad built bitches lookin' good to me 

The judge gave me that time dawg my heart stopped 

My eyes watered up on me, nigga my suggar dropped 

I need somethin' out this bitch, they've got me stressin' 

I need some peas', Mac & cheese and cornbread dressing 

Momma asks me shit Boosie what's wrong Nothin' momma 

I just want to go home, I just want to go 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3:] 

Oh Lord, that's what I'll holla as the food turns sour 

Facing seven murders cause your goons turns sour 

Oh Lord, that's what I hear get me out this bitch 

Long nights, plenty prayers, now I'm outchea rich 

My niggas in there sick I know mook prayin I blow 

He been down 19 and he's just 34 

Purple dro we need (Oh Lord) to put all mine in these 

Nigga get real time, why not smoke weed? 

[Hook] 

[Outro:] 

Free Titus nigga, Free Meechie, Free mook, Free flea, nigga, Free one nigga 

Free five? nigga, Free van, Free Joe, Free that nigga C-Murder man 

Free B.G., Free boo the wild thang nigga, Free Mac, Free Mandigo 

Free wanye perry nigga, Free part time too Lil nigga 

All the real niggas I ain't forgot y'all 

I know one thing, I know one thing 

They just wanna go home, they just wanna go home 

And if they go home, they ain't gon' do no more wrong 

They just wanna go home 

Oh Lord 

Oh Lord