Ice-T - O.G. Original Gangster Lyrics

Lyrics O.G. Original Gangster - Ice-T



Ten years ago
I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way
They rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was goin' down
Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound
So I tried to write rhymes
Somethin' like them, my boys said
"That ain't you Ice
That shit sounds like them."
So I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts. Motherfuckers got scared
Cause they weas unprepaired
Who would tell it how it relly was?
Who dared?
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
When I wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the Mornin'
That was the real shit
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When I wrote about parties
Someone always died
When I tried to write happy
Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime
Why play ya blind?
A simple look
And anyone with two cents
Would know I'm
A hardcore player fromhe streets
Rappin' bout hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
A little different
Than the average though
Jet you thru the fast lane
Drop ya on death row
Cause anybody who's been there
Knows that life ain't sho lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint
You'll be comin' out feet first
So I blst the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If I acted like I didn'T care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by the game
In a quest for extreme wealth
But I kick it to you hard and real
One wrong move, and you caps peeled
I ain't no super hero
I ain't no Marvel Comic
But when it comes to game I'm atomic
At droppin' it straight
Point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed, cause I lived it
This ain't no fuckin' joke
This shit is real to me
I'm Ice-T
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Two weeks ago I was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me
And said
"Hey yo, Ice
We don't think you're down
What set ya claimin'?"
E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'!
Dumb motherfucker
Try to roll on me, please!
I'm protected by a thousand emcees
And hoodlums and hustlers
And bangers with Jeri curls
We won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And I got theirs too
Fight for the streets
When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
They try to sweat a nigga
But they just didn'T figure
What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
"He's not your everyday-type
Prankster."
I'm Ice-T, the original gangster
So step to me
If you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof?
Well mine's goin' right thru
This ain't no game to me
It's hollow fame to me
Without respect frome streets
So I don't claim be
The hardest motherfucker on earth
Catch me slippin, I can even get worked
But I don'T slip that often
There's a coffin
Waitin' for the brother
Who comes off soft when
The real fuckin' shit goes down
Take a look around
All them pussies can be found
They talk a mean fight
But fight like hoes
I'm from South Central, fool
Where everything goes
Snatch you out your car so fast
You'll get whiplash
Numbers on your roof top
For when the copters pass
Gang bangers
Don't carry no switch blades
Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a
Hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed
Last week in a crack war
Hostges tied up
And shot in a liquor store
Nobody gives a fuck
"The children have to go to school."
Well, moms, good luck
Cause the shit's fucked up bad
I use my pad and pen
And my lyrics break out mad
I try to write about fun
Andthe goodtimes
But the pen yanks away and explodes
And destroys the rhyme
Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from
L.A. that was a shot gun!
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Writer(s): Tracy Marrow


Ice-T - The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991
Album The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991
date of release
11-11-2013

1 New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme)
2 Intro/Rhyme Pays
3 What Ya Wanna Do?
4 Freedom of Speech
5 Home of the Bodybag
6 First Impression
7 Ziplock
8 Mic Contract
9 Mind Over Matter
10 Ed
11 Bitches 2
12 Straight Up Nigga
13 The Hunted Child
14 O.G. Original Gangster
15 Evil E - What About Sex?
16 Fly By
17 Midnight
18 Fried Chicken
19 M.V.P.s
20 Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous
21 Escape from the Killing Fields
22 Pulse of the Rhyme
23 The Tower
24 This One's For Me
25 Hit the Deck
26 Black 'N' Decker
27 6 'N the Mornin'
28 Make It Funky
29 Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy)
30 409
31 Sex
32 Pain
33 Intro
34 Power
35 Drama
36 The Syndicate
37 Personal
38 High Rollers
39 Grand Larceny
40 Outro
41 Shut Up, Be Happy
42 The Iceberg
43 Lethal Weapon
44 You Played Yourself
45 Peel Their Caps Back
46 The Girl Tried to Kill Me
47 Ya Shoulda Killed Me Last Year
48 I'm Your Pusher/Pusherman
49 My Word Is Bond
50 Prepared to Die
51 Street Killer
52 The House
53 I Love Ladies
54 Squeeze the Trigger
55 Radio Suckers
56 Girls L.G.B.N.A.F.
57 Heartbeat
58 Soul On Ice
59 Body Count (Greatest Hits: The Evidence)




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