Lyrics:
When I wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the morning
That was the real shit
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original
he says
He's been trapped in a structure
That makes no effort to appreciate
His sacrifices, his worth, or his
Ambition "When you're telling me I'm
Not
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
Wondering when I'm gonna respond to him
But I'm not
I'm not surprised
When I see him on TV I still see pain in his eyes
Kevin if you're out there I'm sorry
me the Grail!
ZOOT: Oh, you have suffered much! You are delirious!
GALAHAD: L-look, I have seen it! It is here, in the--
ZOOT: Sir Galahad! You
tore out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's
you're in the dark
I've been a stranger ever since we fell apart
I feel so out of sea
Watch my eyes are filled with fear
Tell me do you feel
brothers
Here try these fuckers here
[Chorus]
All my niggas let's do it
All my bitches florin that ass let's do it
Looks a crooked eye muthafucka
close your eyes"
Now it's Pharrell's turn to
Spin a track-in-progress
They listen, bobbing their heads slightly
Occasionally both bursting into song
When
hoodlum with books and look to kill
My proof is in my puddin'
If I kill in the hood would you be say that I'm hoodin'?
Now, let me exercise a new style
hoodlum with books and look to kill
My proof is in my puddin'
If I kill in the hood would you be say that I'm hoodin'?
Now, let me exercise a new style
it though so if I overdo it, you drove me to it
When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do
And murder you on a fuckin' track like Tony
a Jonas on the island
Jonas Brothers I'm so illy
Like the VIC, I'm so, so silly
Like I'm sittin' in the lab with Jae Millz, you gotta feel me, wait
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
up ya
Little brother protecting you
When he was playin' catch witchu
I was in the correctional
Hitman, I been knew you were soft but
I lost all respect
to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
on and on and let me kick the rab
That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin' ass
You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
the President
But will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the
Eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of being scapegoats for
This capitalistic drug dealing
How
listen, I'm the in you know
That when you see me at a show you better prepare for the flow
Right away, I'm dimmin' the brighter day
It's never sunny,
stuck in the scheme of, wondering when I'ma rest
And you're right, your brother was a brother to me
And your sister's situation was the one that put me
sometimes just to break ill
Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his fuckin eye
All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, why?
Cause if I pull my gun, you die
No second try
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