og anthem

Lyrics

, yeah, 2-0 an og since i first came out, dtp is the gang and yeah we will bang out, i had one close call, no the mac didn't miss, the bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped back in the clip, it's the gangs where i'm from, but most the sides is ours, so if a nigga talking shit, we'll just ride this song, and be careful wat you saying when you under your breath, and throw up signs like the whole neighborhood's gone deaf, now nigga that's gangsta, no words spoken, just one head nod and your head's bust open, this whole cool team we only got one question, in about three seconds, which side are you reppin, we used to throw hands, now it's blast on blast, you got a pass from the homey now the pass gone past, watch the colors on your rag in the pockets you rock em, and the way you braid your hair, cause real niggaz is watching, yeah, gangsta forever i'm leaving it never, it's been done for life and it's done in all weather, like it or love it, i ain't for no dumb shit, when you in the street, you see the niggaz you should run with, cause we keeps it clean, when most of them gangstas lean, here they come, here we come, cause a scene then they run, go and get your gun, and smoke that shit when you done, and oh yeah i'm affiliated, and if you want i can demostrate it, man, lets get this one started bitch, i'm banging your set, the first down south nigga with a westcoast rep, 1 album, 5 months, i'm number one in the hood, a low-low 3 wheels, 2 hoes and i'm good, pull the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to sleep, even these techs mean something nigga, read 'em and weap, you grinding hard to get yours while the getting is good, you got jumped in the club just for repping your hood, eastside d-e-c, where nobody's a punk, we'll pull something out the trunk, then put you in the trunk, look, everybody's ghetto, nigga, follow the rules, we throw a party when you come home from jail, not school, it sound sad but it's love nigga, leave it at that, and every bitch love a street nigga, this is a fact, c'mon, and i was born in the hood, so i'll die for the cause, niggaz think it's all good 'til i swing on their boss, where every screamining it, but ain't nobody meaning it, cause i know i ain't seeing it, real thugs don't party they just hold up the wall, and buy bottles just in case they wanna start up a brawl, it's an everyday thing nigga, home of the pen, where niggaz wear the same color like it's part of they skin, down south or out west, look it's one in the same, dark read or all blue, shit it's all in the gang, you better watch your handshake when you greeting your boys, cause if they know your man fake, they'll be heating your boys, even the bitches get down when they knowing it's beef, they got her man in the pen and her kids in the street, it's the neighborhood bullshit i gotta admit, but i'll be thuggin 'til they bury me, i'm loving this shit,