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I 'm a O G From back in the day This is my site and these are my lyrics I try to come original But some time's I do get a little generic I know I 'm old school This is a new day But check me out And what I have to say Back In The Day Back in the day We did it this way We partied all night Without uh fight Danced with the girls And treated them right Smoked some herb And sipped on some ripple Never seen A drive by cripple Had a beef with a brother We got it on It didn't take long Maybe you missed One Temptation song To settle a spat We just went out back Didn't do no drive by's Wasn't none of that We brought it to ahead Not another brother dead Some times we went To fist city Today what they do It's a pity Drive by on a brother Sure is shitty The way you brother's act Is crazy and silly Brother's can't box But they sling that rock Some of them strapped With a nine and a glock Wish I could turn Back the tic toc Let em see How we partied and rocked Back in the day When you dressed to party And have some fun You put on your gator's Didn't strap On a gun Didn't need to bust a cap In Mrs. Thelma's son We partied all night Until the break of dawn We chased the ladies The hunt was on We had them smiling And on the run Slow dragged all night To a Harold Melvin song Trying to get the draws Up against the wall Trying to get the panie's You trying to get the thongs Put some wine And smoke in the bong Made you feel like The brother Don Juan You walking around With attitude With your chest poked out Like King Kong Chill out brother Cause it's all wrong Didn't call the ladies Hoe's Or a bitch Didn't treat them like No hood rat chick Treated them nice And showed them love Played an eight track From the brother With the glove Back in the day If you went across town Didn't have to worry About no shit going down Brother's was cool Didn't act like no clown Didn't claim no town Didn't act shitty Not in the city Didn't have to worry About no gang It made no difference Where you wanted hang You could do just about Any old thang We smoked a little boo Dranked Boones Farm too Wore Stacey Adams Not tennis shoes We knew who we were Do you have a clue You call your selve's dog You call your selve's fool What we said was What's up cool Thought we were hip On the mellow tip Dropped a little speed Took a little trip On some Sangria We took a sip Jammed with Gladys Knight And the Pips We needed a dime To make a call Today you just flip That's the way you ball We didn't talk back And give your mamma lip Daddy got a strap And your ass he whip Today you gang banging And give your mamma lip You and your boy's Then flipped the script Back in the day We were ace scoom boom Had a black light Jamming to War's Four corner room Today it seems like The brothers fate is doom Jamming to old school Remixing old tunes With a heavy bass That will rock the room We had quadric phonic We drank a little tonic The kids today Pick up like super sonic Some think that They are bionic Today they got electronic Back in the day Listen what I say It was quadric phonic We smoked a little weed And drank a little tonic Back in the day We went to the park And stayed after dark We played some b ball And if you got fouled We gave you the call Today you drive by Bullets fly And another brother fall Behind some b ball You got fouled But he gave you the call We went to the mall To buy some cloth's You drive thru the lot And get jacked For your pro's We smoked a little bud You put that shit in your nose Now your mind messed up And your brain all froze You speed all your ben's On some bullshit ten Fake ass gold You laugh at me Cause you think I'm old We didn't jack our money off On no bullshit Ten karat gold Didn't call the ladies bitch's Or no crack head hoe's Didn't have dread's But we wore cornrow's And we had our fro's Back in the day We drove duece ana quarters Got our head right But our shit was in order Played a little pool And shoot some dice Me and my home boys Hung like white on rice You banging in Your Esacalade And flashing your ice Paid cash money Didn't care about the price But you still got to learn How to treat the ladies nice Not like they work for Madam Hiedi Flice We treated the brother's With a lot of respect Listening to The O'jays song's We got along We sipped a little wine Smoked our bud And we hit our bong We partied all night Until the break of dawn We didn't screw our song Do the ladies wrong This is how we did it In a laid back way This is how we did it Back n the day Did you check out What I had to say Flip your script And change your way You want to make big face's You can still get paid Get the thong's And still get laid And you don't have to drive An Escalade. Don't Want To Be A Thug No Moe I used to be a thug Yoe mama I'd mug But what I do now Is show a lotta love I'd jack her And crack her A cross the skull If I caught her ass Coming out the mall I was just that hard Mean and raw I had no fear Of the punk ass law When you looked at me Thug life Is what you saw I'd cap your ass In a flash Take your watch And your chump change cash Take your car key's And make a mad dash Leave the scene When I hear the siren Take your life And your wedding ring Quick and fast Cause it didn't mean a thing But I don't wanna be a thug no moe Trying to show love And please the man above And get through the gate Won't call the ladies bitches And no hoe Not any moe Let you be safe When you go to the stow Cause I used to be a thug But I ain't no moe Don't be confused By my afro I'm telling you so And my action's will show That I gave up The thug life Not me any moe I won't jack you For your car's Quit running the shortie's That work in the bars Won't take your ring Quit chasing the bling Start showing love About many things There's more in life Then just making the green Giving love Instead of being mean Putting a gat To your hat And telling you Not to scream Being a night mare Cause I didn't care Instead of a dream I was a thug I was nasty and mean I kicked doe I called you a hoe Dropped down low We cruised real slow I was living thug life And it did show Cause I used to be a thug But I ain't no moe We smoked switzer sweets And did some blow Had a shoot out At the awards show But now I changed Jumped out the gang Not thug Life But love I brang Put away my gat Won't cap you in your hat Don't run around With no hood rat Not trying to go back To any of that But trying to get ahead Before I'm dead Opened up the book And you know what I read It's better to break bread Then to be shot in the head Your time ran out You laying there dead Because you wanna be a thug Rob and mug But this time you the one That took the slug Looking in the obit at your mug The day you was born The day you died Ain't said nothing About your thuggish side How you lived your life And how you lied Your family ashamed And they got no pride Didn't say you got shot Just up and died Didn't want no one to know You jacked them at the stow You won't go to haven But down below But you opened the book And now you know That you don't wanna be A thug no moe Wanna give love And please the man above As free as the dove Flying in the sky Helping other thugs Open their eye Before hell is the place That they reside For eternity Help them change Their thuggish ways Before they die Letting them know There's another side They need to come over And give it a try They ganging for cash But there soul They can't buy They need to know the truth And quit living a lie The man they serving Only wanting them to die Let them keep thugging Killing and mugging Slinging and blinging Ganging and banging Showing no love When all the time He knows one day They gone answer to The man above Then it'll be to late When we at their waite And then for sure They won't get through The pearly gate They need to put moe love In their heart And less hate I'm trying to show love And do what it take Cause I don't wanna be A thug no moe And to the other thugs I'm trying to show That there's another route That we can go Don't have to have a shoot out At the awards show We can show love And please the man above And stop being a thug And let everybody know That you don't wanna be A thug no moe Tell them so And let your actions show You a proud black man That's why you wear Your afro To heaven and not hell Is where you want to go Praise the lord You ain't a thug no moe Confrontation It was a hard day at work And I'm trying to get home Cruising down six ten I just passed the Dome Should have took The H.O.V But I'm riding alone Jamming to the radio They playing my song Rolling about seventy I had to break it on down Get out the fast lane Get in the inbound There's a wreck ahead I could see the tow trucks light flashing red Bumper to bumper Next thing I know Up pulls a thumper Boom boom boom boom Boom boom boom Trunk banging Don't know what they singing Cell phone ranging He had a Rolls Royce grill And a fifth wheel He looked at me He had a platinum diamond grill That you know was ill He had attitude He shot me a finger And I thought he was rude But I kept my cool I wasn't trying to make The five o'clock news Hard working citizen Then killed a fool You see I pack my heat Up under my seat A nine mille meter clock You know is sweet One to the grill I'll let the fool eat Cause you never know Who you gonna met An young A jacker or a thief Treat me like a trick I'll give him a treat And bring much grief Took my foot off the gas I can't go no where fast I could hear him on the cell Talking trash Telling some skeez She better have his cash When he gets to the crib He gonna put his foot Deep up her ass I'm in my big body Five hundred class Big body Benz I got my finger on the trigger I know the fool can't win Gonna give me my respect And treat me like a man Diss me again I gotta take a stand Ignore the fool I don't think I can A confrontation Wasn't in the plan It's been a hard day at work And I'm trying to get home Minding my business Leaving his alone If I cap the fool I be the one in the wrong I hope the traffic jam Won't be to long The thumper bumping As we creeping along Boom boom boom boom Boom boom boom With his attitude Thinking the world done him wrong But we all can sing That same sad song Disrespect a man He better get his punk ass on Send a fool fast To his eternal home Head line reads Man gunned down Out side the Dome Assailant got away Pistol shinned like chrome Got a partial license plate The rest unknown Confrontation Over switching lanes One to the grill And two to the brain Young man killed Now ain't that a shame By a hard working citizen Who's outta the game The fool had attitude Charge it to the game Capping and balling Was his claim to fame A young G Got his ass tamed Diamond rings And all kinds of bling Don't mean a thing A platinum diamond grill You can still get killed You disrespect a man You better keep it real Cause you never know If he's an OG Or some punk ass hoe Cap yoe ass No need to go to blows Traffic picked up No longer moving slow Just passed the cars That's getting towed Back cruising doing seventy On down the road Left the thumper behind Wasn't no confrontation No one be dying Just trying to get home From a hard day at work Fire up a blunt And take me a toke Kick back and relax Just thinking about How these young fools act.
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