Testo O.G. To Me - Scarface
Testo della canzone O.G. To Me (Scarface), tratta dall'album The Last of a Dying Breed
I done changed, put another notch in the game
You watchin the range, I'm floatin ain't no stoppin the rain
Cock it I aim, I see you bitches jockin the name
Boppin to fame, I'm juggin niggas droppin the pain
Rockin the caine, back up bitch you blockin my lane
Tryin to foul on a nigga cause you hot in the flame
Fuck you, and them ho ass niggas you run with
Fuck your whole street, you ain't no motherfuckin O.G.'s
Cause O.G., mean, means, you Original, Gangsta
Understand? Pure motherfuckin gangsta
Ain't no police, or judges, just niggas holdin grudges
You mark ass bitches is budgin, traitors
So fuck you with the glass dick you puff on
Don't smile in my face, when you see me get the fuck on
Stupid ass nigga, tryin to get a free talk, fuck the bitch
When you see a nigga on the flip, new high flip, bust me, smokin dip
Fool, nothin but a bitch fool
O.G., mean, means, you Original, Gangsta
Understand? Pure motherfuckin gangsta
Call Berettas on my dog, niggas get sweated for that shit
Involve a law enforcement, niggas get deaded for that shit
Thought you was a street nigga, pulled a heat nigga at that
Come to find out you was a cunt that got slapped and didn't scrap
Hood, you know what motherfuckers do to niggas like you with a set
Split his fuckin face and leave his clean shot shirt wet, and jet
Hood, you know what motherfuckers do to niggas like you with a set
Split his fuckin face and leave his clean shot shirt wet
Hood, you know what motherfuckers do to niggas like you with a set
Split his fuckin face and leave his clean shot shirt wet, and jet
Smack the shit out your bitch ass you wanna run to the woods
I'm bout to catch you if it's fast as you actin good
And you know I'm the Birdman cause I sold so much coke
We went plat, plus my delight, got heroin by the balloons
Kabooms, and mushrooms
And my.38 special done put bangers in they tombs
I'm one shot, killed him, the tour bus full of locos
In Houston givin fingerprints and mugshot photos
I used to beat bitch niggas till they face turned blue
But then they wicked like water and they'll peddle you and sue
And it's true
O.G., mean, means, you Original, Gangsta
Understand? Pure motherfuckin gangsta
Yeah, gangsta shit, yeah
Kurupt Young Gotti, Daz Dillinger, Jayo, Blueface
Fuck these bitches and all these punk ass niggas out this motherfucker
Nigga, they ain't talkin 'bout shit, the chronicle
Psychosis, brain bender buster, fucker
Sucker ass punk motherfuckers
Tommy the talent tucker, calico concealer
Daz the real dealer, motherfuckin busta killer
Tommy the talent tucker, calico concealer
Daz the real dealer, motherfuckin busta killer
Tommy the talent tucker, calico concealer
Daz the real dealer, motherfuckin busta killer
Facin all you niggas, Scarface nigga
A.C. race, replace, and waste niggas
Shake crack and break, enormous nigga
Fuck 'em, stick 'em, stuck 'em, Chucks laced nigga
Fat lace nigga, blue fat laces nigga
Me and the homies are on papercuts nigga
Kurupt Young Gotti, six-fo', fo'-five
Me astra, pistol cocker, ass chewer
Like John Stockton, popped and dashed, fast and free
So fast, instantaneous, aight aight
Somethin I ain't gotta say twice
Cause, bustas, roll like, ice, ass, yo ice nigga
No better than to be talkin to Cali throne, shinin
O.G., mean, means, you Original, Gangsta
Understand? Pure motherfuckin gangsta
On the other side of the world, it's low-lows and jheri curls
Smokin' right up out a bud, runnin' the street with double dubs
I did it all throughout the city, walk and crawl
Runnin' out the ghetto, bustin' the bail to wet y'all
Took a while 'fore I murdered, '89 murdered
In Spokane for cocaine, wrong gang
Another die for what he claim
And where I go they know my name, I call lines of static
Automatics and cannons and niggas start to panic
Ain't no rulers and leaders runnin' the set
Out of respect, B.G.'s and Y.G.'s and O.G.'s connect
Fifteen, sixteen, seven year old
Put you full of holes, car doors, screen doors and fo'-fo's
Who dare to laugh at the true bachelor and scorpion
Want you in the depths of the danger when I'm torchin' it
Who dare to laugh at the true bachelor and scorpion
Want you in the depths of the danger when I'm torchin' it
Who dare to laugh at the true bachelor and scorpion
Want you in the depths of the danger when I'm torchin' it
I love it when the blood start spillin'
And the chrome start to spinnin'
Niggas start to grinnin' say that nigga Daz gettin' strictly
O.G., mean, means, you Original, Gangsta
Understand? Pure motherfuckin gangsta
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Dean, Brad Jordan, James Savage, Ricardo Brown, Delmar Arnaud
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