O.G. Lyrics
| Song | O.G. |
| Artist | Daz Dillinger |
| Album | Retaliation, Revenge and Get Back |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Snoop (daz)： | |
| Yeah, what i'ma 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 it's a loony where the grass is greener, | |
| (1-8-7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor). | |
| I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up, | |
| Some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed. | |
| 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, slipperdy 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 than from the g's, | |
| A g is an overseer, the overseer sees. | |
| More than you do 'cause he gets experienced, | |
| And besides i'm just a juvenile delinquent. | |
| So i was gone, and i'm on my way home, | |
| My momma's going to get me, and i flee with (???). | |
| She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, | |
| We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones. | |
| 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 "allright" so we enter the house, | |
| Come up to 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. | |
| 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 bucket see (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 chap, 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, some hillfigers. | |
| The man behind the trigger, committing robberies, | |
| With the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me. | |
| Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me, | |
| Because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more. | |
| Do your wear 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 ran around with the best killers, | |
| Thug criminals and drug dealers. | |
| Blasting niggas if they come near us, | |
| (???) 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 in a static gangsta mack, | |
| 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-b.'s can't see the d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5 times] | |
| 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! |
| Snoop daz: | |
| Yeah, what i' ma 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 it' s a loony where the grass is greener, | |
| 187 ain' t shit but a misdemeanor. | |
| I' ve seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up, | |
| Some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed. | |
| 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, slipperdy 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 than from the g' s, | |
| A g is an overseer, the overseer sees. | |
| More than you do ' cause he gets experienced, | |
| And besides i' m just a juvenile delinquent. | |
| So i was gone, and i' m on my way home, | |
| My momma' s going to get me, and i flee with ???. | |
| She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, | |
| We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones. | |
| 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 " allright" so we enter the house, | |
| Come up to 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 tshirt. | |
| 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 bucket see 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 chap, 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, some hillfigers. | |
| The man behind the trigger, committing robberies, | |
| With the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me. | |
| Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me, | |
| Because we ain' t letting the bullshit slide no more. | |
| Do your wear 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 ran around with the best killers, | |
| Thug criminals and drug dealers. | |
| Blasting niggas if they come near us, | |
| ??? 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 in a static gangsta mack, | |
| 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, | |
| Cob.' s can' t see the dodouble g' s, o. g.' s... repeat 5 times | |
| Shout outs to my nigga mr. daz, | |
| Shout outs to my nigga mr. warren g, | |
| Shout outs to my nigga sndouble op, | |
| 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! |
| Snoop daz: | |
| Yeah, what i' ma 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 it' s a loony where the grass is greener, | |
| 187 ain' t shit but a misdemeanor. | |
| I' ve seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up, | |
| Some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed. | |
| 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, slipperdy 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 than from the g' s, | |
| A g is an overseer, the overseer sees. | |
| More than you do ' cause he gets experienced, | |
| And besides i' m just a juvenile delinquent. | |
| So i was gone, and i' m on my way home, | |
| My momma' s going to get me, and i flee with ???. | |
| She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, | |
| We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones. | |
| 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 " allright" so we enter the house, | |
| Come up to 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 tshirt. | |
| 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 bucket see 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 chap, 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, some hillfigers. | |
| The man behind the trigger, committing robberies, | |
| With the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me. | |
| Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me, | |
| Because we ain' t letting the bullshit slide no more. | |
| Do your wear 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 ran around with the best killers, | |
| Thug criminals and drug dealers. | |
| Blasting niggas if they come near us, | |
| ??? 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 in a static gangsta mack, | |
| 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, | |
| Cob.' s can' t see the dodouble g' s, o. g.' s... repeat 5 times | |
| Shout outs to my nigga mr. daz, | |
| Shout outs to my nigga mr. warren g, | |
| Shout outs to my nigga sndouble op, | |
| 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! |
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