Og To Bg Lyrics

[Intro:]
Alize
Hold on Nigga
No more gangsta shit
Nigga you know that gangsta shit put you on the map
So if you ain't gonna turn into somethin' new,
we gonna have to rewind the track
To way back

I was walkin' through the park one day
Puffin' on a bomb ass J (Come here with that weed Snoop)
See my Nigga suited blue-grey
This is what a Nigga had to say

Ohuuuuuuuh

[Verse 1:]
[Soopafly]
I was about 16 years old
Runnin the streets of Long Beach
Nigga, straight f*ckin' up
Every party that I went to
I had to stuck a frame [Daz:] (Motherf*cker)
For my name is Soopa,
what the f*ck you say
I think he saw the handle on my .44
When he get seated,
22 I was reachin' fo'
I show you how you do when shit blow up
1, 2, 3 it's that
Your party over Nigga
Move on to the next one
You should've brought a few mo' Niggas,
for some protection
You f*ckin' with notorious ass G's
You never get passed these
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 think is that we straight dumpin'
That's why I'm always into somethin'
I faded, faded till that Nigga broke
To show that I ain't no motherf*ckin' joke
? somethin' thought he could check me
But the guard sent his ass directly
Yo, to his G-R-A-V-E
Bein' stupid try to P-L-A-Y me
Yo, listen well to me,
spell it to the underground
Nobody playin' p*ssy
So I'm layin' it down
A little somethin' from the motherf*ckin' DPG
Soopafly from O.G. 2 B.G.

[Chorus: x2]
[Snoop Sample]
A G is a overseer
A overseer sees
[Soopafly]
From O.G. 2 B.G.

[Verse 2:]
[Kurupt Tha Kingpin]
The motherf*ckin' game took a lot again
Aw shit, the streets is hot again
Protection down in 2 months
Rolled up with the homie Swoop a couple sluts
Let me call the homie now, Nigga
Phonecheck punk I poke Niggas down
When I'm in the yard, the bar
The Niggas just angin' (Daz: Dogg Pound)
Pop when I get out I'm back bangin'
Rollin', I can't be helt no motherf*ckin' mo' (Right)
As soon as I get out the motherf*ckin' do' (Right)
Chevrolet, straight sittin' on low ? (Right)
Now it's on till it's on till the brake of dawn
f*ckin' with notorious ass G's
Nigga, punk, bitch please
>From gettin' quoted on the hood till packin'
Murders, slangin' and jackin'
I rather f*ck you bitch
Now go tell your Nigga you made the right switch
My lesson is my ho, respect me
K-U-R-U-P-T from O.G. 2 B.G.

[Chorus: x2]

[Kurupt]
Daz Dilli is the gangsta, gangsta
Tell us about the days of way back

[Verse 3:]
[Daz Dillinger]
Slangin' cars, hangin' hard
Upon the boulevard
Gettin' stars as a young Nigga behind bars
My willy's dead, I f*ck you fresh out the gate
I can't wait, demonstrate
Thought I was gone for all my old weight
Now I'm back with a Tec-9 and a Strap
And with that in my hart Nigga,
you know ain't no turnin' back
Called up Kurupt and Dr. Dre to load up the AK
Let's put some work on these Niggas,
to let them know we don't play
Blew, Blew we scared around the corner
Creep on 'em, make a mil
To makin' all y'all goners
Ain't a rap from my shelf
It was no good times shit
A little Nigga puttin' dick
Niggas on their chest
All with a nitty 14
Was all what it seems
In cape of horrible dreams
Trapped, with a helluva machine
Quick to pistol till you tipple
Let you know, plan it simple
How back in my ?
Bullets flyin' like missiles
So what's on and on
And as the way it should be
Motherf*cker from O.G. 2 B.G.

[Chorus: x6]

[Daz Dillinger]
Yeah, 1999

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