soopafly - og to bg lyrics
[intro:]
alize
hold on n-gg-
no more gangsta sh-t
n-gg- 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 -ss j (come here with that weed snoop)
see my n-gg- suited blue-grey
this is what a n-gg- had to say
ohuuuuuuuh
[verse 1:]
[soopafly]
i was about 16 years old
runnin the streets of long beach
n-gg-, 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-gg-
move on to the next one
you should’ve brought a few mo’ n-gg-s,
for some protection
you f-ckin’ with notorious -ss g’s
you never get p-ssed 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-gg- broke
to show that i ain’t no motherf-ckin’ joke
? somethin’ thought he could check me
but the guard sent his -ss 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
n-body 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 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-gg-
phonecheck punk
i poke n-gg-s down
when i’m in the yard, the bar
the n-gg-s 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 -ss g’s
n-gg-, 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-gg- 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-gg- behind bars
my w-lly’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-gg-,
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-gg-s,
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-gg- puttin’ d-ck
n-gg-s on their chest
all with a nitty 14
was all what it seems
in cape of horrible dreams
trapped, with a h-lluva 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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