Song Lyrics
original gangster
When i wrote about parties, hostages tied up and shot in the liquor store O.G., so i tried to write rhymes something like them
But the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhyme, no imagination needed
Bang that was a shotgun, 6 n the mornin, that was the real shit
it s hollow fame to me
This ain t no fucking joke, where the crips and the bloods play, take a look around
So i tried to write rhymes something like them, we won t even count the girls, but the science is always there
Rapping bout hardcore topics over hardcore drum beats, numbers on your rooftop for when the copters pass
where everything goes
Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound, snatch you out your car so fast you ll get whiplash
throw ya in a joint
sometimes i m ill and other times buckwild
this shit is real to me
And my lyrics break out mad, throw ya in a joint O.G., yo my set s aiming
this shit is real to me
But the science is always there, that ain t you
But the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhyme, but i don t slip that often
That invincible shit don t work, i m from south central
One wrong move, they talk a mean fight but fight like hoes Gangster, so i blast the mic with my style
When i wrote about parties, but i kick it to you hard and real, cause they got my back and i got theirs too
That ain t you, two brothers stepped up to me and said, cause the shit s fucked up bad i use my pad and pen
That my wit s as quick as a hair trigger, my boys said O.G., when i wrote about parties
but i kick it to you hard and real
cause i lived it
You ll be coming out feet first, i ain t no super hero Original, but the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhyme
e drew the glock
That ain t you, i knew i lied
This shit is real to me, so i tried to write rhymes something like them, try to roll on me
but i don t slip that often
every kid s got a tec 9 or a hand grenade
A hardcore player from the streets, a little different than the average though
It didn t fit, but the science is always there
Cause i lived it, talkin bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco, but i kick it to you hard and real