O.G.

Snoop (Daz): Yeah, what I'mma do right here is take my time And dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace And my niggas behind the wall See you when I get there, you know what I'm saying? (really doe) So drip with me as I go down memory lane Boy is it looney where the grass is greener? (1-8-7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor) I've seen a lot of niggas come up, a few niggas done up Some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy creased But it's a East Side thang, a hoo ride thang ('Cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang) I bring you the motherfucking .38 (just get the MC and the homie Nate) So we can slide, slide, slippity slide As I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side) Nate (Daz): Do you remember back on the East Side? Where all us niggas used to love to ride We didn't care what we did Time was nothing to us we were just kids Times are different now, but you still get stuck I'm not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me Keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G Snoop: Lets speed the clock up and pass some time June 17th, 1979 That's my first time being arrested I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit I learned that from the G's A G is a overseer, the overseer sees More than you do cause he gets experienced And besides I'm just a juvenile delinquent 4 hours gone, and I'm on my way home My momma's coming to scoop me in a Fleetwood Brougham She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb We stop at frosty freeze for a couple snow cones She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done She said: "playing football should be your only fun son" I'm like "alright" so we enter the house I mobbed through the door and pops fired to the mouth I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch I looked at my momma and said "damn, why you snitch?" They put me on punishment but that didn't work Now wearing khakis, Wallabees, and a T-shirt (What up, cuz?) And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time Nate: My homie told me one day he had a jack move He said: "come on Nate Dogg, it'll be smooth" I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack them fools" Next day we were draped in the county blues I went and did a little time in the fuckin' pen (seventeen years!) Saying to myself "I'll never fuck with that nigga again" 'fore I'm locked down I learned to be What I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G Original gangsta Daz: I grew up in the city as a child, faced the trials Never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile You'd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an O.G., Beating the shit out of niggas for Guess and Hillfigers The man behind the trigger, committing robberies With the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me Gankin' niggas for sure, sucker niggas better know me Because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more Do you in nigga and kick in your front door To let you know we can't take no more Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends And let you pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair And ask myself: "who the fuck should I really fear?" I done ran around with the best killers Thug criminals and drug dealers Blasting niggas if they come near us Open casket with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could Knock on wood for good luck Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck Stood gangsta then, still a Gangsta now A grown child laying niggas the fuck down Nate (Daz): Original gangsta (original gangsta) Coming from Long Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me) Coming from the East Side... You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please C-O-Bs can't see the D-O-double Gs Shout outs to my nigga Mr. D-A-Z Shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G Shout outs to my nigga S-N-double O-P Shout outs to my niggas C-Style and me Snoop (Nate): Yeah, straight up, based on a true story You know what I'm saying? It's a G thang baby (original gangsta) You trick ass bitch!