O.G. Crew (Heavyweights Round 3)

[Hook]

We are the O.G crew

[Abstract Rude]

First of all

Check it out

A.T.U, maskedmen, blac clan

Freestyle fellowship

And first brigade is in this bitch

Don't you know

We hold down the whole show

Huh, we just got the feeling

An ebony prince dances on the ceiling

And zulu sticks to the walls

Abstract evolves

Into a M.C with no flaws

Getting applause

Hoorah from the griots

In ya' faces

Matulas and the Aceys

And the Mikeys on Jupiter

Well I see a light

Must be that Ganja K kryptonite

We really gone rip that shit tonight

At a Volume of 10

And we all are important

And we have a lot to say

Boom

7 smooth M.C's make crazy cartoons

To bad we pimpin'

The story's never ending

Flows you can't shake a stick at

This big black mass of

We give em' (fatjack)

Now we change the rhythm

[Hook]

We are the OG crew

[Aceyalone]

Original

West kizzy-oast

Original

Doing the most

Everytime we come in the house

We hold down the hole damn show

We hold down the hole damn show

We hold down the hole damn show

Everytime we come in the house

We hold down the hole damn show

Fo' sho'

Everytime we come in the house

We hold down the hole damn show

Could anybody take a little time out

I'm finna' put a rhyme out

And i'm a let it climb out [stand up?]

For find it, your sure to undermind this

Behind this, fatjack consigned us to beatbreak

But you gotta pay them dues cheap skate

Ain't no free rides

When the O.G crew gonna {white out?}, you undermind

We ain't no joke or no jibe

Wanna take the filling out your inside

Right or wrong, be strong

We're gonna keep on keeping on

O.G original god gangsta griot biotch

Here me now, see me not

Things be not, Acey got the whole place hot

We are who the O.G crew

And you know we giving up that W

I thought you knew

And this the shit we love to do

Cause we are true

And we can't be fade

If ya' masqueraded

Or if ya' perpetrated

I hate it

[Hook]

We are the O.G crew

[Volume 10]

Ins-credible, i'm not edible

You can not taste me

Get away from me

I'm not a pastry

I hate you mother-fuckers

Who come around from thee

Braggin, boasting and toasting

Like bread and butter

I wanna know murder

Red run, redrum

Have you run

I'm gonna kill someone today

I'm bugging {to the lotto play?}

This is a westcoast thing

So I must sing and scream

You know what I mean

I want you to give up

I couldn't give a fuck

If you ain't from my neighbourhood

My neighbourhood is way back

On crenshaw area

Ya' know

Where fools are scared of a murderer

And a motherfucker who is down with the game, god

This westcoast thing

[Hook]

We are the O.G crew

[Verse]

Every once in a while

Them niggas come and sample our style

Who breath, aggrieve?

That thief from 3000 miles

Feel free to steal from me

But remember who your asking to

This west coast blow up from mad men

And who are you when it comes to bumbling runs

And uh, forget where it began

Cause westcoast is running shhh

Sure you get some dap from what happened back in the days

We be freestyle

Memorabilia, hip hop, flav'

We are the O.G crew

Kicking up the sinister mustard

We serve you

So why, why, why

Do you steal are

Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes

All the time

New styles we invent

So whack M.C's must repent

The sun rise on the east

But on the west is heaven sent

And i'm gone

[Myka 9]

Whatever you ever want it done

We can do, it's true

And we'll never lie to you

We're clever too

And we'll make a fool of you

And chew and spit out your whack ass crew

We are the ultimate omen?

And there's no clue

Nigga thought you knew

It's an original, individual, debuts

We're the O.G crew

One who flew over the cuckoo nest

And doo doo, foul mood

I was in a shitty mood

There was no feeding for thinking

Until I came through with food

[indeed I mean?] interlude

Then betwixt the mix

And some what rudeboy

It's cool too if your watching news interview

Rendezvous and we're loose screwed

Down the avenue

I would just twitch my nose

And switch my pose

Bruise

Make you black and blue

Myka, acey, AB too

And ganjah K be round M.C

And fatjack got my back

And a spinal tap

And we're a little bit more verbally loose

Than Dr. Seuss and Mr Magoo

Or mother goose and winnie the pooh

I pitty the fools

Fucking with the heavily weighted crew

[Hook]

We are the O.G Crew

[P.E.A.C.E]

Where you from fool

The south

When I put it upto my mouth

I'm guaranteed to rock the house

Miscellaneous manuscripts

Lack mathematical, mechanical

Movements in and out of mood swings

And uh, violent trips

Rips clowns

Watch them all come tumbling down

One by one, look what i've done

Thoughtful four some

Warning flaunting styles

Rolled the Coltrane for Miles

Just to get a recipe

Give it to me

Mike-Gillespie what wrong

Your not watching my Armstrong

Strong arm flex, whats next

Easy, please, wheeze

Don't let me go

I loves to flow

All night long

You turn me off

And i'll come back on

Sacrificing lives, cars, homes, animals

Taken away by flammables

Blowing out candles with these handles

Vandles with a tag

On this [?] with my fist

I mean toe tagged and zipped in a body bag

You just got a front row seat to the morgue

Thats why I stored objects in my demolition

Put in a tenable position

To surrender inner system

Stark automatic violet

Your fronting, i'm blasting

It seems like the whole skies lit

I'm drenched in darkness and violet

Umm, trying to re-style it

And just like calling and hanging up

Find out, *96 i'm dialling

[Hook]

We are the O.G crew

[Verse]

Yeah, huh

Yo, fuck a paper caper

Brown free

Like a skyline, I rhyme

In time with my own watch

Pocket watch, dangle

On the O.G freestyle

Jazz gangsta angle

The geometry be free

My science holds my alliance down

What your name

Brown surrounded westcoast town

See brothers throwing up W in the air

And I got braids in my hair

So nigga's wanna know if i'm blood or cuz

I'm neither but i'm both

So on east coast or the west coast

I blow a toast through the chronic

Makes me sonic, bionic

Feeling like sean kemp smoking hemp

None before he naughty

24 years old, brown, stroll with gold

Diamond rings I sing song from yester-year

Drop verbal tear an i'm out

[Ganjah K]

Yeah, big shout out to the first motherfucking brigade

Big shout and rest in peace to my homeboy bombay

Yeah, this how Ganjah K

Is gonna do it for 1994

Even though I stay higher than mount everest

I got enough wind to win over the most athletic

I feels no guilt

When i'm on tilt of bud and beverages

And my sharp flow

Leave M.C's like hedges

I'm the lawnmower man

I will mo' you

I will mo' you and your whole crew

Yeah yeah yeah

I make most of you look like a fool

When it comes times

To see who rules

But on the normal i'm cool

So it's best to be my ally

Or fall by my waist side

I wake up on the wrong side everyday

Tryna' conjur up everyway to straight get paid