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O.G.

1: I-20]
Yeah, 2-0 an OG I first came out
DTP is the gang and we will bang out
I had one close call, no the mac miss
the bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped in the clip
it's the gangs where I'm from, but most the is ours
so if a nigga talking shit, we'll just this song
And be wat you saying when you under your breath
and up signs like the whole neighborhood's gone deaf
Now nigga gangsta, no words spoken
just one head nod and your head's open
This cool team we only got one question
in about three seconds, which are you reppin
We used to throw hands, now it's on blast
you got a pass from the now the pass gone past
Watch the on your rag in the pockets you rock em
and the way you braid your hair, cause real is watching, YEAH

[Chorus: Cassidy]
forever I'm leaving it never
it's been done for life and done in all weather
Like it or love it, I for no dumb shit
when you in the street, you see the niggaz you should run
Cause we it clean
when most of them lean
Here they come, here we come, cause a then they run
Go and get gun, and smoke that shit when you done

[Verse 2:
And oh I'm affiliated (a rider is born)
and if you I can demostrate it (try all you want)
Man, lets get this one started bitch, I'm banging set
the first south nigga with a westcoast rep
1 album, 5 months, I'm number one in the
a 3 wheels, 2 hoes and I'm good
Pull the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to
even these techs mean nigga, read 'em and weap
You grinding hard to get yours while the getting is
you got jumped in the just for repping your hood
Eastside D-E-C, where nobody's a
we'll pull out the trunk, then put you in the trunk
Look, ghetto, nigga, follow the rules
we throw a party when you home from jail, not school
It sound sad but love nigga, leave it at that
and bitch love a street nigga, this is a fact, C'mon

[Verse 3:
And I was in the hood, so I'll die for the cause
niggaz think it's all 'til I swing on their boss
(Gangsta, Gangsta) where every it
but ain't nobody meaning it, cause I know I seeing it
Real thugs don't party they hold up the wall
and buy bottles just in case they wanna start up a
It's an thing nigga, home of the pen
where niggaz wear the same color like part of they skin
Down south or out West, look it's one in the
dark read or all blue, shit all in the gang
You better watch your handshake you greeting your boys
cause if they know your man fake, they'll be your boys
Even the bitches get down they knowing it's beef
got her man in the pen and her kids in the street
It's the neighborhood I gotta admit
but I'll be 'til they bury me, I'm loving this shit

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