Listen to O.G. Original Gangster (explicit) song with lyrics from Ice T

O.G. Original Gangster (explicit)

Ice T17 Jan 2014

O.G. Original Gangster (explicit) Lyrics

 

 

Original gangster

 

Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow

Talkin' about the way they rocked the mic at the disco

I liked how that sh*t was goin' down

 

Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound

So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them

My boys said That ain't you Ice

That sh*t sounds like them so I sat back thought up a new track

Didn't fantasize kicked the pure facts

 

Motherf**kers got scared 'cause they was unprepaired

Who would tell it how it really was Who dared

A motherf**ker 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 sh*t

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When I wrote about parties someone always died

When I tried to write happy yo I knew I lied

'Cause 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 from he 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 so lovely

On the blood-soaked fast track that invincible sh*t don't work

Throw ya in a joint you'll be comin' out feet first

So I blast 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 f**kin' joke this sh*t is real to me I'm Ice T

 

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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'

He drew the Glock yo my set's aimin'

Dumb motherf**ker try to roll on me

Please I'm protected by a thousand MC's

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 ni**a 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

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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 from streets

So I don't claim be the hardest motherf**ker 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 f**kin' sh*t 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

Hostages tied up and shot in a liquor store nobody gives a f**k

The children have to go to school

Well moms good luck 'cause the sh*t's f**ked up bad

I use my pad and pen and my lyrics break out mad

I try to write about fun and the good times

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

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***Lyrics are from third-parties***