Lyrics Mama - Boosie Bad Azz
"O
Lord"
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
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)
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
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
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?
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
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