Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song O.G., artist - Irv Gotti. Date of issue: 04.11.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
O.G. |
| Gangstas, let me hear you say f*ck the world |
| I’m a motherf*ckin (O.G.) |
| Hammer tucked run outta love |
| F*ck wit the (O.G.) |
| Twist the wood light up the goods |
| Man I’m a (O.G.) |
| Caddillac, Farary black my D (O.G.) |
| Gutter hood, it’s understood that I’m a (O.G.) |
| But understand you when you and your man you ain’t a (O.G.) |
| Holla back he polly wit gats just like a (O.G.) |
| Farary black wit Caddillac my D (O.G.) |
| Soilders, street shit, gangsta, remix |
| Stand up Black Child has just entered the buildin |
| And I’m gimpin in the stash for my dark women and children |
| Get your hands up, money still fallin from the cielin |
| I go hard and y’all can feel it |
| Erased the and wit the realest |
| It’s muurda, buit they act like they don’t beieve us |
| I’m hotter than a monage wit two divas in a two seater |
| And I keep two heaters to send you to see jesus |
| When I roll up like ravrun and drop shells like a demon |
| We the underdog niggas but we can’t be touched |
| So y’all motherf*ckers better anni up |
| Cuz everything we drive is platnum plus |
| Show me, your an O.G. |
| (Throw it up) |
| Gangstas, let me hear you say f*ck the world |
| I’m a motherf*ckin (O.G.) |
| Hammer tucked run outta love |
| F*ck wit the (O.G.) |
| Twist the wood light up the goods |
| Man I’m a (O.G.) |
| Caddillac, Farary black my D (O.G.) |
| Gutter hood, it’s understood that I’m a (O.G.) |
| But understand you when you and your man you ain’t a (O.G.) |
| Holla back he polly wit gats just like a (O.G.) |
| Farary black wit Caddillac my D (O.G.) |
| Soilders, street shit, gangsta, remix |
| Stand up, if you ready we rollin lets get it |
| If he heavy and hold em we split it |
| Get this fedi over them bitches |
| Got the coke in the pot in the kitchen |
| And hear em poppin the four wit the snitches |
| For watchin the riches |
| Watch us when it hot droppin the top on the benz’s |
| Whip stop but the rims will keep on spinnin |
| Rollies flat, mommies be lovin this gangsta pimpin |
| Shit well you know me the motherf*ckin O. G |
| Gangstas, hustlas, strippas, niggas |
| Rappy makes a Jon Gotti certified (O.G.) |
| Luck luciani, Irv Gotti worldwide (O.G.) |
| And ferari and only ferari is the only (O.G.) |
| Ain’t no sorries I shottie your body faster than a (O.G.) |
| Yo I’m slicker than niggas I’m spittin liqour like a (O.G.) |
| And I’m sick of these niggas poppin a clip like a (O.G.) |
| A ignorant nigga wit a gun in your mouth like a (O.G.) |
| When the albums come out air em out like a (O.G.) |
| Gangstas, hustlas, all my, murderers |
| Clear it out, murder inc or air out the buildin {*echoes out* |