| You're embarrassing Raymond Wa*******ngton, and Tookie Williams | |
| You're not even part of revolutionary progress, they were built in | |
| If young G's follow you, it's the blind leading the blind | |
| All you can teach em, is how to throw up gang signs | |
| Community loyalty united eternally, that's what I claim | |
| Check my back left pocket, and the flag that hang | |
| To me it's a way of living, but to you it's just a gang | |
| Thinking you can get something from me, cause you say we the same thang | |
| I'm a man first, then my mother's child | |
| Joseph Wayne McVey, then I'm H-double O-V-A | |
| I wish I knew who your O.G. was, cause I'd smoke him | |
| Leave both of y'all with your eyes open | |
| [Hook:] | |
| My O.G. use to say | |
| Take your time, young G | |
| My O.G. use to say | |
| Don't be in a rush, to get striped | |
| My O.G. use to say | |
| Keep your flag, on the proper side | |
| And as long as you keep it real | |
| You can live your life, live your life | |
| In jail, *******z bang for soups and sodas | |
| But when the real *******t hit the real fan, they won't go in the corner | |
| I don't even see the point, of banging on lock | |
| Cause I don't know none of these *******z, and this ain't my block | |
| Mr. O.G. you about to leave, please don't hand me the keys | |
| I don't wanna be in charge of these wannabe's | |
| I'm not a babysitter, somebody call me daddy when I'm in the world | |
| I see more go to fo', in my lil' girl | |
| Don't get it twisted, I see if you real B's and C's | |
| And walk it the way they talk it, not just trying to be seen | |
| Cool as a fan, but when it get gangsta they'll have that tool in they hand | |
| Banging up your gang, even swell up your hand | |
| [Hook] | |
| I know I can't sell *******, cause I be smoking | |
| I know I can't see a pimp either, because I'ma be doing too much poking | |
| And I can't turn a hoe, into a housewife | |
| Although I tried, guess I got caught up in them thick ass thighs | |
| You live and you learn, sometimes my life is like a movie | |
| Even my own loc's, trying to do me | |
| But I said try, ******* over Joseph just ain't gon' fly | |
| You gon' need a steak, to put over your eye that's on the H | |
| It's death before dishonor, and I live by the code | |
| I would do you for the slightest reason, my gun is gon' unload | |
| So don't run up on me, talking bout a knowledge check | |
| Nowadays wannabe Bloods and Crips, getting it off the internet | |
| I guess you can, get the game for free | |
| But homie, you won't get the game from me | |
| And when I pray I pray to God, I don't bow my head to no other man | |
| Keeping that cracking is a part of my plan, yeeeah |