O.G. 2 B.G. lyrics

Intro:
Alize
Hold on n*gga
No more gangsta sh*t
n*gga you know that gangsta sh*t 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 n*gga suited blue-grey
This is what a n*gga had to say

Ohuuuuuuuh

Verse 1:
[Soopafly]
I was about 16 years old
Runnin the streets of Long Beach
n*gga, 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 sh*t blow up
1, 2, 3 it's that
Your party over n*gga
Move on to the next one
You should've brought a few mo' n*ggas
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 n*gga 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' pus*y
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 sh*t, the streets is hot again
Protection down in 2 months
Rolled up with the homie Swoop a couple sl*ts
Let me call the homie now, n*gga
Phonecheck punk
I poke n*ggas down
When I'm in the yard, the bar
The n*ggas 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
n*gga, punk, b*tch please
]From gettin' quoted on the hood till packin'
Murders, slangin' and jackin'
I rather f*ck you b*tch
Now go tell your n*gga 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 n*gga 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 n*gga
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 n*ggas
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 sh*t
A little n*gga puttin' di*k
n*ggas 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