top tray on Daytons Lifted side to side We hit the party deep Niggas was hawkin' me You could feel the vibe Of thick artillery Parliament was on, some O.G
if they catch us out there They'll bleed us Shoot us, kill us Dump us in a dark ditch Clean it up, call it a gang hit I gotta make my move 'Cause I'm
Let me tell ya a little story 'bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day, straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him, he'd ask what you said You
and struggle But to make things more plain and simple to the laymen I find Ice-T to be the dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler, gangster player Hardcore
Everybody step back from the mic As I set it off All playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
{Yo yo Ice whats poppin' G I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this
man drive, man! Fuck it! Just get the fuck outta here, man! We boned down Vernon, made right on Normandie Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G
It's been a long time since I hit you with freestyle High tech selections from the vaults of the ice files Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax Don
O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G
I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop Five O ice, yo fuck a damn cop 'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits and fly
your flesh Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and burn When will you learn? The ninties are my turn To pitch a vocal fit like the ultimate Gangster rhyme
Watch me flip and rip on the freedom tip Open your mind, see the point of the ice pick I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl Black power
sayin'? So they need to stay off my dick, you know? Damn right, I'm a nigga and I don't care what you are 'Cause I'm a capital N-I-double-G-E-R Black
Yo man! I don't like how this is goin' down Shit's real fucked up You know the house down the street Where the kids are And every day They seem to have
the place to be The I, the C, the E, the T I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G All I need is crowd, and my M I C Got a gangster ass D.J. named Evil
to South Central Yea, fuck that I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts on with the body count {Last weekend Thirty-seven kids killed in a gang
Central fool Where the Crips and the Bloods play When I wrote about parties It didn't fit Six in the Mornin' That was the real shit [CHORUS] O.G. Original Gangster
