Lyrics:
ho
Original bad man, bad man a strap
I'm a gangsta ho ho ho
I'm a gangsta ho ho ho yeah
We nuh ramp, hey
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a gangsta
Un hun, I'm
be getting mad
Cause I'm full of all this money
Bitches need a taste cause I'm sweet
Call me honey
Og
Og
Og
Original Gangstas
Coming from AZ
Original
your whole street, you ain't no motherfuckin' O.G.
'Cause O.G. means, means you a original gangsta
Understand pure motherfuckin' man
Ain't no police
choose to hate –
I choose the tool I’m gonna
Use to blues your face (blaow)
Then cruise the state
Right after I lose the case (holla)
My nigga, i’m getting
little homie listen
Why you spittin what them other cats spittin be original
Gangsta gangsta little homie listen
Why you following another man's vision you
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
All my gangstas hit the flo'
For some gangsta music
They don't really wanna test my gangsta
They don't really wanna test my gangsta
Nah, I don't
тебя быстро.
Никаких фейков,успех уже близко...
Original Gangsta,
Original Gangsta,
Original Gangsta,
Сука на мне ,знай своё место!
Original Gangsta
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
(That's some gangsta shit)
Check the original, y'all niggas digital
The pyroclastic flow, it's insane
Motherfuckers love me
Young ass niggas
Intro: Craigy T
Yeah! Gangsta ting, ribidy bibidy bibidy bibidy bomb skang
T dot O dot K, original kint pon, hear mi now
Boom! Gangsta nuh pet nah
Lil homie wanna be gangsta
And he don't even know what that is
I'm tryna tell him to chill fore he get killed
But he wanna be a gangsta
You know
to sell (yeah)
Give a fuck about a playa hater (yeah)
Hit 'em wit' the tool, flush his whole radiator (ayy)
All the gangstas they gon' ride to this
Yeah, yeah
Check me out, man, yeah
Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from
preocupes pela data
Mc's estão mais falsos, e as damas a levar na rata
Man o meu pi morre, mais o meu brotha corre
Por isso eu estou high, we gangstas till we
original gangsta
OG OG original gangsta
OG OG original gangsta
OG OG original gangsta
Называй меня OG
Я бегу так быстро только не пойму где я (где я)
Копы
of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original
of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original
with that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked down I learned to be
what I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G.
Original gangsta
Daz:
I grew
of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original
with that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked down I learned to be
what I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G.
Original gangsta
Daz:
I grew
Aw yeah
Here we go
With a GTB original
Aw shit
Gangstas
Ha ha
Gangstas
Gangstas
Yeah
Yo
Saturday night and we hang with crew
We gettin' down like
the fat tracks, fuck the pop crap
I got a mind to cold diss a fool
Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools
For no reason
Pop suckers hookin for hits
Why you gottah attitude & never follow rules
Why yo pants gottah sag & why you keep a tool
When we up in public why you gottah act a fool
You see
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