| Have a little party at my crib
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| And all the weed is rolled that’s how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke
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| Don’t even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that’s more famous than these older niggas
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| Young nigga got my game up from these older niggas
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| Motherfuckas hear my name, I say I told you nigga
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| I was taught to count my paper 'fore I fold it nigga
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| Now look at my chains, all them things frozen nigga
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| Rolling up my Mary Jane before I smoke it wit ya Hit this J, I bet this be a day you don’t remember
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| Looking at the top and I don’t see not one contender
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| Cooking out the pot, I like my weed for lunch and dinner
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| Got some cookies in the jar, OG in the blender
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| You paying for quantity, but quality is what you spend for
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| If there’s a marijuana-ology, I’ll be your mentor
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| And all about this chronic leaf is what in for
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| So give your parents my apology for me again or Get high like we Cheech and Chong
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| We gon' eat some brownies, we gon' smoke, we gon' need some bongs
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| Roll up so we can all
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| Killer Cali is what we blow
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| OG nigga from way down low
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| Known for banging the blue C rag
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| Started off smoking nothing but Zags
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| Popping P’s, chopping trees
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| 501's, all of these
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| All y’all invited, ignite it, light it, now follow me Laid out, plush couch, flat screen television
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| Table full of vegetation so you just might stun a nigga
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| That’s what it is, that’s what it’s gon' be East Side Long Beach where I’m from
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| Bring your girls, all y’all come
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| Give me some, now give her some
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| It’s big Mac, I love to have fun
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| You are, you are the one
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| If you get it or do it, then it’ll be just like 2 on 1
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| Break it down, lay it down
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| Baby work that body like
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| At the pad, acting bad
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| Baby what that party like?
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| Moving so schizophrenic
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| Baby pull down your panties
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| Let the Doggy Dog ram it I cram to undertsand it Back room that’s my bedroom
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| Make her right up in it
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| Close the door, slow?
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| I’m 'bout to slide up in it
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| Smoke something
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| Having money and blowing hella' chronic
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| Smoke I’m stunting
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| Cutlass on them chrome spokes with the engine running
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| Sounding like a dinosaur if the stomach rumbling
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| Your bitch at the window cause she know I’m coming
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| She tell you that she 'bout to go jogging and on the corner
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| She jump in, take her to the honeycomb
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| Stuffing kush ?, playing Megaman 3
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| Your Wonderwoman giving dome out Miami
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| Said she never leave me 'lone, She wan' have a family
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| She just high, tomorrow night, she’ll be titties out, dancing
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| Trying to leave with the next nigga in a Aston
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| So why get caught up
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| I’m too swift up on my toes to have my name brought up In sewing circles with them hoes
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| I rather be a straight G rolling up a whole
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| O-Z of that OG have them KO’ed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song OG , by - Snoop Dogg. Song from the album Mac and Devin Go To High School, in the genre Саундтреки