og anthem

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