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Oh My God (Master Mix)

Oh My GodListen up everybody the bottom line

I'm a black intellect, but unrefined

With precision like a bullet, target bound

Just living like a hooker, the harlett sounds

Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot

Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot

Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip

Draftin of the poets, I'm the number seven pick

Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside

Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside

Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide

Tip the earthly body

Heaven's on my side

Even in Santo Domingo

Can I gotta Gringo

Yo, we got mics, when do we go?

Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me

Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy1 for the treble, 2 for the bass

You know the style Tip, now watch me rip this

I like my beats harder than two day old shit

Steady eating booty MC's like cheese grits

My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode

Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue

It's not like honey dip would want to get with me

But just in case I own more condoms than TLC

Now the formula is this, me, Tip, and Ali

For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3

The answer, big up is how I be

Brothers find it's hard to do, but never me

Some brothers try to dis Malik

You see'm catchin me

Don't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin

Training gladiator, anti-hesitator

Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada

Mister energetic

Who me, sound pathetic?

When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?

I don't know man

I don't knowOh My God

Songwriters

ALI SHAHEED JONES-MUHAMMAD, KAMAAL IBN JOHN FAREED, MALIK IZAAK TAYLORPublished by

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