Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song True O.G., artist - Mr. DalvinDate of issue: 10.07.1995
Song language: English
True O.G. |
| Yeah, we gonna bust it a little something like this. |
| Me and my nigga Mr |
| Dalvin. |
| First let me get some weed before I wreck it. |
| Just lay back |
| Static: |
| Where the reefer at, where the reefer at? |
| Run me in the dime, not trying to bust my head |
| Cause I stays on top of mine (top on mine) |
| Cause I been ballin' since the days of back when |
| Niggas wasn’t be thinkin' about drink no juice and gin (alright brother) |
| Niggas be drinkin' the Thunderbird or Nighttrain |
| Lookin' for the right frame, breakin' like a dice game |
| Stackin' skrilla so I’m sippin' Hennessy |
| Lickin' shot after shot at my enemies |
| Boom boom recognize all persuers been in the game for years |
| Cause I’m a sho connoisseur |
| Consume the blocks, drop off my rocks, the quicker a nigga play me |
| The quicker a nigga who drops, pops of the Glocks |
| Not trippin' facial experessions, be shittin' |
| Niggas don’t be hearin' all that in every city |
| Take a nigga out if you gotta on the day to day |
| Then parlay, ate a gator, parlay, to God nigga |
| Hook: |
| It ain’t hare to see, when niggas try to be like me |
| A true O.G., y’all y’all, gotta take you underground |
| Parlay all day with the niggas from the Bassment sound (X2) |
| Mr. Dalvin: |
| Watch out for I blow, swing low |
| Forget it, y’all don’t hear me though, I’m hittin' switches |
| Hoppin' like a 64, and I, thought you knew, what I can do |
| Able to leap tall buildind and run up to your crew (oooooh) |
| The underground stylistical, got more flavors than mystics |
| So lay back and watch this nigga kick it |
| Wicked without thinkin' of funky |
| But I ain’t stinkin', I know I got you open cause I got y’all niggas |
| Blinkin' |
| Check it out, you watch me devastate this track |
| I make stacks and stacks and leave niggas on they backs |
| Cause I… be a sharp shooter, intruder |
| Rugged and rough, poppin' off just like a lueger |
| Now how many niggas, wanna get down, while I say |
| With Jodeci or the Bassment sound, around |
| I don’t wanna see, handin', my crew is deep and you know that we be bangin' |
| So give me a bottle of Boons so watch me load my gat |
| Start a war like Tom Barringer in Platoon |
| So, don’t mess with this flow, Mr. Dalvin is gone like 19 nigga fiz-o, oh |
| Hook |
| Come on get down (repeated after every line) |
| This goin' out to all the players |
| Shoot outs to the ballers |
| Much love to the hustlers (all around the world) |
| Mo power to the pimps |
| Watch the Bassment make it mo better (like that) |
| Niggas just down for whatever, whatever |
| Come on, like that |
| Shhhh, let it go, let it flow |