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O.G.

[Verse 1:
Yeah, 2-0 an OG I first came out
DTP is the and yeah we will bang out
I had one close call, no the mac didn't
the bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped in the clip
it's the where I'm from, but most the sides is ours
so if a nigga talking shit, just ride this song
And be wat you saying when you under your breath
and throw up signs the whole neighborhood's gone deaf
Now nigga that's gangsta, no spoken
just one head nod and head's bust open
This whole cool we only got one question
in three seconds, which side are you reppin
We used to throw hands, now it's blast on
you got a pass from the homey now the pass past
Watch the colors on your rag in the you rock em
and the way you braid your hair, cause niggaz is watching, YEAH

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

2: I-20]
And oh yeah I'm (a rider is born)
and if you want I can it (try all you want)
Man, lets get this one bitch, I'm banging your set
the first down 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 put 'em to sleep
even techs mean something nigga, read 'em and weap
You grinding hard to get while the getting is good
you got jumped in the club just for repping your
Eastside D-E-C, where a punk
we'll pull out the trunk, then put you in the trunk
Look, everybody's ghetto, nigga, follow the
we throw a party you come home from jail, not school
It sound sad but it's love nigga, it at that
and every bitch love a 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 good I swing on their boss
(Gangsta, Gangsta) every screamining it
but ain't nobody it, cause I know I ain't seeing it
Real thugs don't they just hold up the wall
and buy bottles just in case they start up a brawl
It's an thing nigga, home of the pen
where niggaz wear the same color it's part of they skin
Down south or out West, look one in the same
dark read or all blue, shit all in the gang
You better watch your when you greeting your boys
cause if they know your man fake, be heating your boys
Even the bitches get when 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 be thuggin 'til they bury me, I'm loving this shit

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