Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

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

Boy it's a loony the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 ain't but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas up,
Some rest in peace, with khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie we boogie to the bang).
I you the motherfucking .38,
(just get the mc and the nate).
So we can slide, slide, slide,
As I take you on a trip nigga (east side).

(daz):
Do you back on the east side?
Where all us used to love to ride.
We care what we did,
was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I don't give a fuck.
So if you're about coming and stepping to me,
Keep this in mind: I'm a o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my first time arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to shit.
I learned from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More than you do he gets 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 and hands me a comb,
We stop and freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do I done,
She said: "playing football should be your fun son".
I'm "allright" so we enter the house,
Come up to the door and fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do nothing but cry a bitch,
I looked at my momma and "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on punishment but that work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood sides,
I do my robbery and now I gotta do time.

My homie told me one day he had a move,
He "come on nate dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack fools",
Next day we draped in the county blues.
I went and did a time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll never fuck with that again".
'fore I'm down I learned to be
What I am now and that's a o.g.
gangsta

I grew up in the city as a chap, the trials,
Never smiled, became a in the meanwhile.
You'd find me swearing and lying, to be an o.g.,
the shit out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers.
The man the trigger, committing robberies,
With the homies, no one stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, niggas better know me,
Because we ain't the bullshit slide no more.
Do your 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 cost for my life, it's lost.
a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the fuck I really fear? ".
I ran with the best killers,
Thug and drug dealers.
Blasting if they come near us,
(? ? ? ) with spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now been struck.
Stood in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child niggas the fuck down.

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

fucking with the pound, oh nigga please,
C-o-b.'s see the d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5 times]
outs to my nigga 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, up, based on a true story.
You what I'm saying? it's a g thang baby (original gangsta)
You ass bitch!