Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OGs Told Me, artist - Masta Killa feat. Boy Backs, Moe RocDate of issue: 12.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
OGs Told Me |
| Eh-yo, I’m fresh off the airplane, running through the airport |
| Six hours jet lag now I’m smoking Newports |
| Rent a car Trans Am, now I’m on transport |
| I can drive reckless, insurance full tort |
| Rap is my hobby, racing is my new sport |
| Backs on the mission, y’all better abort |
| I never cop pleas I just take it to court |
| Catch me in the projects still drinking a quart |
| Sitting on crates, my cocaine is great |
| My weed even better we never smoking that |
| Pure garbage, Backwoods and baggage |
| With Tommy Green I’m still spending that cabbage |
| Pull a pistol, still letting 'em have it |
| 32 sub you can call me Magic |
| David Blaine I’m back simple and plain |
| Prisoner of war, I’m rap’s John McCain |
| My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money |
| My OG told me 'bout life |
| My OG told me, said the OG told me |
| Said the OGs told me that real |
| My OG told me 'bout money |
| My OG told me 'bout life |
| My OG told me, said the OG told me |
| I said the OGs told me that real |
| Peace yelling drum the kick, Killa Clique |
| Billion dollar motion picture, figure niggas |
| Thousand dollar baller, riches kill snake and snitches |
| Diamond pinky ringing for the bitches |
| Listen to the greatest rap murderer, East Medina warrior |
| Snow-colored Benz in the winter, Wu forever |
| Don’t you ever think we ain’t forever, still tougher than leather |
| Still taking money, monumental words |
| For the mental still lethal, spit fly shit seasonal |
| Major League, universal song rang regional |
| But still in these concrete streets where life is so real |
| I still set sail for my peoples 'cause I see you |
| My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money |
| My OG told me 'bout life |
| My OG told me, said the OG told me |
| Said the OGs told me that real |
| My OG told me 'bout money |
| My OG told me 'bout life |
| My OG told me, said the OG told me |
| I said the OGs told me that real |
| Double Benzes, we ride bumper to bumper |
| Rims on every wheel, you rolling with hoodville |
| We so ill, y’all cats is no thrill |
| Anybody in the way get turned to road kill |
| Die slow, my team is on go |
| We 55 deep and wearing that logo |
| I’m a lion born a Leo |
| And you know I got soul but never a Ne-Yo |
| Y’all rappers is broke like T. O |
| Better off running up in the bank like Cleo |
| Set it off, I’m quick to let it off |
| High grade weed and a bottle of Smirnoff |
| My OGs told me, said my OG told 'bout money |
| My OG told me 'bout life |
| My OG told me, said the OG told me |
| Said the OGs told me that real |
| My OG told me 'bout money |
| My OG told me 'bout life |
| My OG told me, said the OG told me |
| I said the OGs told me that real |
| Wu-Tang forever, nigga |
| Wu-Tang forever, nigga |
| Wu-Tang forever, nigga |