Lyrics:
fuckin' joke
This shit is real to me
I'm Ice-T, O.G
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
O.G. original gangster
it's Realname
They keep comin' back got em hooked like candy canes
Been good but my shit too Gucci Mane
These labels tell me to pick a lane
But I'm too
let me introduce my self
I'm the see to the O-L-D, one eighty seven
Ooh, I heard that the player with the speech
'Cause it's me K-M-G, more flex then
of paper
And I splurged, I guess it's just the nigga urge
This is The Boondocks
I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley
Thursday I be trynna save
doing in this business
Not using their words to express truth
Out in the streets with a screw loose
On the Westside I got the juice
Just tell me what
V1 Lead
So, what’s the upshot from all this discovery?
Recovery, of facts we thought we’d never see…
…( it) paints a different picture of (U.S.)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
If you don't know me let me tell you something, shawty
Still got that chopper, make you run for it
Camouflage, dog tags
Hook
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
J.E.V.O.N.......YEA, J.E.V
forever, you were always my G
Yo, G, huh
You probably won't even understand this
So I'ma try and paint the picture on a canvas
Just wanna tell you you
mama
Nah, nah, don't tell me nothing about none of these niggas
I smoke all these niggas for this bread
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3
what you gonna do about it
I be pushing quarters
Had to pull on over five 0 in a rover
This beat just my appetizer
Please let me complete my order
What's
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
more
I just hope that you can't stand me no more, yeah yeah yeah (yeah, ay)
When shit got rough man ain't nobody wanna stand by me
Now everybody
never change
Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You
smoking bout an LB
We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki
And I'mma take this shit to trial, they got nothing on me
AV on the Champagne, bitch,
as African as KRS is, who wanna test this?
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill, I got AIDS scared to catch me
All that shit
fool all the people all of the time
But if you fool the right ones, then the rest will fall behind
Tell me who's got control of your mind? your world
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
(Ayy P.A Edited This Una)
All of this money is nuttin to me
Flashbacks to days getting dussed by the Ds
Play your position don’t change on these
behind them chickens
Straight uncut Peruvian flavor
Cookin chickens in the kitchen, nigga, like Shake 'N Bake
Call me chef ?
187000 G's
'em
If the game is to be sold then
Tell 'em that I owe 'em
'Cause it's getting stolen
By the one they chosen
And all my dues is paid
You could take it
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