Boosie BadAzz - O Lord lyrics

[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 n***a) [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 f** all who's wildin' out, I can't keep f**in' up Judge hit the hammer and reality strucks Ain't no place like home, I'm looking at the window Thinking 'bout my kinfolk wishin' I had some indo Do the time, do the crime time, thinkin' so Wish that I could get a miracle relief from (hit 'em up) I'm in the pen now, whish that I was still a baby Gettin' rock to sleep, listening to sweet sadie f** all these fat mouths and n***as I'mma let 'em ride You think I'm p**y, it's all good, walk away and smile Promise this time father God I'mma use my mind Trynna to do no more wrong, and I'mma gon' pay my ties Momma asks me sh*t 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 b**h for me, know what I'm talking 'bout Rather be broke on the street than a peneitation box n***a on the side but man he came to the pen strong Stuck in them cells f** them up now as mine gone My other neighbor caught an L at only 15 He only f**ed one girl before he left the streets My heart goes out too, his situation affected me f** goin' on a call out, I wanna walk free I had super bad b**hes that was hood to me Now they've got bad built b**hes lookin' good to me The judge gave me that time though my heart stopped My eyes watered up on me, n***a my suggar dropped I need somethin' out this b**h, they've got me stressin' I need some peas', Mac & cheese and cornbread dressing Momma asks me sh*t Boosie what's wrong Nothin' momma I just want to go home, I just want to go [Hook] [Verse 3] Oh Lord, that's why I'll holla as the food turns sour Faces seven murders cause your goons turns sour Oh Lord, that's why I'll holla get me out this b**h Long nights, plenty prayers, now I'm outchea rich My n***as in there sick I know mook pray I blow Even down 19 and he's just 34 Purple dro we need (Oh Lord) to put all mine in these n***a get real time, why not smoke weed ? [Hook] [Outro] Free Titus n***a, Free Meechie, Free mook, Free flea, n***a, Free one n***a Free five? n***a, Free van, Free Joe, Free that n***a C-Murder man Free B.G., Free boo the wild thang n***a, Free Mac, Free Mandigo Free wanye perry n***a, Free part time too Lil n***a All the real n***as 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