Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OG, artist - Kardinal Offishall. Album song Kardi Gras Vol. 1: The Clash, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: License
Song language: English
OG |
Mad something! |
Oh Assassin, Kardinal a bad something |
Search ya know! |
Kingston! |
I don’t know 'bout ye |
Man a real OG |
When you the realest |
You don’t need to try to be relevant (OG!) |
416 all we doin' is stick to the regiment! |
OG! |
My Gosh |
Money is talkin', de madem a try to be eloquent (OG!) |
I’m friends with the hustlers and I give the daps to the reverend (OG!) |
I told them to pray for the block and to pray for my brethren OG! |
(Pray for me!) |
The ghetto is hungry, they robbin', shootin' and embezzlin' OG! |
Wherever there’s love I am home |
Welcome to my residence (OG!) |
They talkin' bout all that they doin', but where is the evidence? |
(OG!) |
I do this for all of my kings that’s living in tenements (OG!) |
A moment of silence for haters |
We offer remembrance (OG!) |
I give you opportunity, you talkin' bout opulence OG! |
You couldn’t see what we doin' with Gucci binoculars |
Tell me! |
What a nigga know about me? |
I get L-I-V-E |
You don’t want beef and you the king |
And all you wanna do is just preach?! |
Niggas want everything free, you can get this D-E -L-I-V-E-R-A-N -C-E |
S to the T-R-A-I to the G |
H-T still in HD, holla at me, OG! |
OG! |
With no T-wop in my life my niggas is nothin' |
The devil talkin' so loud, but we know he bluffin' |
Youngsters don’t provide info, yeah, we know nothin' |
Tell me somethin' |
Tell me somethin' OG! |
OG! |
Tell me ye ain’t heard about me! |
TICKA TICKA Real OG |
OG! |
Tell me ye ain’t heard about me! |
TICKA TICKA Real OG |
OG! |
Tell me ye ain’t heard about me! |
TICKA TICKA Real OG |
OG! |
Tell me ye ain’t heard about me! |
TICKA TICKA Real OG |
Nowadays… you can see me drive slow |
Through the west side (OG!) |
Big up all da man upon road, I was born on di East Side (OG!) |
Sum' o' dem pull bad, I don’t really trust da police out here (OG!) |
Speed bad, doin' 80 in a 50, goin' straight through Leaside (OG!) |
808's in the trunk, slave to fashion with a chain on (OG!) |
Kunta Kente, still have plenty, I’m you’re neighbourbhood Trayvon (OG!) |
So many killed, don’t have names, don’t get reported on the TV (OG!) |
So many illiterate, ignorant, that can’t even spell LV (OG!) |
You don’t really know about me! |
Trust we ain’t from the same scenes |
Trust we ain’t' from the same genes |
Trust we ain’t inna dem tings |
Nah, you ain’t on my team! |
Cuz all of us are born kings |
And Queens respect the crown when you see it |
Some wanna be it |
But got they eyes focused on a Beamer |
Tryin' hard but I’m still a sinner |
Oh God, OG! |
Real OG manna real OG |
Ya girlfriend said that I’m a D-O-G |
Cold-breaded assassin call me Kobe |
Operator to the ting I’m like a D-O-C |
Fear no man it’s only G-O-D |
Real OG no real orgy |
'Nuf of dem a talk 'bout OG |
They don’t know 'bout the gangsta C-O-D-E |
Dat dem with a big man |
Big papa soldier with |
Big man thirty |
We a G-major dem a g-minor |
Me g-shocks put them in a big flat |
Then G pon |
Pulla envy |
Or we up a inna club where we drop 10 Gs |
Or a 100 Gs pon a new Benzi |
Partna’s like «OG» When dere girlfriend see it |
OG no hse up in the front seat |
Mission complete |
Everybody dun speak! |
OG! |
Me do me research! |
What I can’t cuss? |
Me do me research! |