O.G. Original Gangster

Album: O.G. Original Gangster (1991)
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  • Ten years ago
    I used to listen to rappers flow
    Talkin' bout the way
    They rocked the mic at the disco
    I liked how that shit was goin' down
    With my own sound
    So I tried to write rhymes
    Somethin' like them, my boys said,
    "That ain't you Ice,

    That shit sounds like them."
    So I sat back, thought up a new track
    Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure
    Facts. Motherfuckers got scared
    Cause they weas unprepaired
    who would tell it how it relly was?
    Who dared?
    A motherfucker from the West Coast
    L.A. South 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

    O.G. Original Gangster

    When I wrote about parties
    Someone always died
    When I tried to write happy
    Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime
    Why play ya blind?
    A simple look
    and anyone with two cents
    would know I'm
    A hardcore player fromhe streets
    Rappin' bout hardcore topics
    Over hardcore drum beats
    a little different
    Than the average though
    Jet you through the fast lane
    Drop ya on death row
    Cause anybody who's been there
    Knows that life ain't sho lovely
    On the blood-soaked fast track
    That invincible shit don't work
    Throw ya in a joint
    You'll be comin' out feet first
    So I blst the mic with my style
    Sometimes I'm ill
    The other times buck wild
    But the science is always there
    I'd be a true sucker
    If I acted like I didn'T care
    I rap for brothers just like myself
    Dazed by the game
    In a quest for extreme wealth
    But I kick it to you hard and real
    One wrong move, and you caps peeled
    I ain't no super hero
    I ain't no Marvel Comic
    But when it comes to game I'm atomic
    At droppin' it straight
    Point blank and untwisted
    No imagination needed, cause I lived it
    This ain't no fuckin' joke
    This shit is real to me
    I'm Ice-T

    O.G.

    Two weeks ago I was out at the disco
    Two brothers stepped up to me
    And said
    "Hey yo, Ice
    We don't think you're down
    What set ya claimin'?"
    E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'!
    Dumb motherfucker
    Try to roll on me, please!
    I'm protected by a thousand emcees
    and hoodlums and hustlers
    And bangers with Jeri curls
    we won't even count the girls
    Cause they got my back
    And I got theirs too
    Fight for the streets
    When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
    They try to sweat a nigga
    But they just didn'T figure
    What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
    "He's not your everyday-type
    Prankster."

    I'm Ice-T, the original gangster

    So step to me
    If you think that you're ready to
    Got on your bullet proof?
    Well mine's goin' right through
    This ain't no game to me
    It's hollow fame to me
    Without respect frome streets
    So I don't claim be
    The hardest motherfucker on earth
    Catch me slippin, I can even get worked
    But I don'T slip that often
    there's a coffin
    Waitin' for the brother
    Who comes off soft when
    The real fuckin' shit goes down
    Take a look around
    all them pussies can be found
    they talk a mean fight
    But fight like hoes
    I'm from South Central, fool
    Where everything goes
    Snatch you out your car so fast
    You'll get whiplash
    Numbers on your roof top
    For when the copters pass
    Gang bangers
    Don't carry no switch blades
    Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a
    Hand grenade
    Thirty-seven killed
    Last week in a crack war

    Hostges tied up
    And shot in a liquor store
    Nobody gives a fuck
    "The children have to go to school."
    Well, moms, good luck
    Cause the shit's fucked up bad
    I use my pad and pen
    And my lyrics break out mad
    I try to write about fun
    andthe goodtimes
    But the pen yanks away and explodes
    And destroys the rhyme
    Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from
    L.A. that was a shot gun!

    O.G. Original Gangster Writer/s: TRACY MARROW
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Red from United StatesI remember a buddy of mine played this while sitting in the humvee. I'm not much of a rap fan but I can tolerate it at times. Lol.
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