Letras de O.G.

Boy, is it looney where the grass is greener?
One-eight-seven 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 (uh-huh), 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 trip nigga ride (East Side)

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 nothin′ to us, we were just kids
Time 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 OG

Let′s speed the clock up and pass sometime
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

Four hours gone, and I′m on my way home
My mama's coming to get me in a Fleetwood Brougham
She put 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′m mobbing the door and pops fired to the mouth

I couldn't do nothin′ but cry like a bitch
I looked at mama and said damn, why you snitch?
They put me on punishment, but that didn't work
Now I'm wearing khakis, wellabees and a T-shirt
And throwing up the neighborhood gang signs
I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time

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 'em fools"
Next day we were draped in the county blues
I went and did a little time in the fuckin′ pen
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 OG
Original gangster

I get my walk on, better get my swole on
And since I'm a dub, it's almost like it′s my bolo (original gangsta)
I slow down my counselor, feeling like a champ
I finally get settled down at a junior five camp
I do my little time, leave the songs to my mama (no motherfucker)
My mama′s coming to get me in the fleet with Rome
I'm on swizzle, so when pop swing it′s on
But things did change, why? 'Cause pop ain′t home

He couldn't take it, what? So we moved on now
Left my mama, the car, the kids, the bills and the house
That′s half of my life summing up
That's why young black teens in the ghetto don't be coming up
The way they ass is just dead
Because mom plays the role of both parents to the kid
But when you make it father, he shows up shortly
But when things ain′t right, they play the role like they don′t know me

But then the claim me like that, just see
I have no other choice to play the role of the chief
This is a gangster's life (you′re fuckin' with the pound, oh, nigga please)
(C-O-Bs can′t see the D-O-double-Gs), straight gangster's life (OG)
You know what I′m sayin'? Eyes to eye, G to G, (original gangster)

OG (straight up fool), coming from Long Beach
OG, coming from the East Side
OG (I'm the motherfucker)
Shout out to my nigga, Mr. D-A-Z (original gangster)
Shout out to my nigga, Mr. Warren G
Shout out to my nigga, S-N-double O-P (original gangster)
Shout out to my nigga, C-style and me
OG (yeah, straight up, base on a true story, you know I′m sayin′)
OG (it's a G thang, baby), original gangster
OG (trick ass, biatch)