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(daz):
Yeah, what i'ma do here is take my time,
And dedicating this one to my resting in peace,
And my behind the wall.
See you when I get there, you what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip me as I go down memory lane.

Boy it's a loony where the is greener,
(1-8-7 shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas up, but few niggas done up,
Some rest in peace, with khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a east thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
I you the motherf**king .38,
(just get the mc and the nate).
So we can slide, slide, slide,
As I take you on a trip ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you remember on the east side?
Where all us niggas to love to ride.
We didn't care we did,
Time was to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just give a f**k.
So if you're thinking about and stepping to me,
this in mind: I'm a motherf**king o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my first time arrested,
I I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit.
I learned than the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More than you do 'cause he experienced,
And besides I'm just a delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
My momma's going to get me, and I with (? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and me a comb,
We stop and frosty for a couple snowcones.
She telling me I didn't need to do what I done,
She "playing football should be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
Come up to the and pops fired to the mouth.
I do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you "
They put me on punishment but didn't work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now I do time.

My homie me one day he had a jack move,
He said: "come on nate dogg, be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack fools",
Next day we were in the county blues.
I went and did a time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to "i'll never f**k with that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked I learned to be
I am now and that's a motherf**king o.g.
Original

I grew up in the city as a chap, the trials,
Never smiled, a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
Beating the out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers.
The man the trigger, committing robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, nobody me.
Breaking niggas for showing, niggas better know me,
we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do wear nigga and kick in your front door,
To let you we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, and friends,
And let you pay the for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the f**k should I really ".
I ran around with the killers,
Thug and drug dealers.
niggas if they come near us,
(? ) with spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child laying niggas the down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the town by the sea niggas know me).
from the east side...

You're f**king with the pound, oh please,
C-o-b.'s can't see the d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5
Shout outs to my mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my mr. warren g,
outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
Shout to my niggas c, style and me.

(nate):
Yeah, straight up, based on a story.
You what I'm saying? it's a g thang baby (original gangsta)
You ass bitch!