O.G.
Daz Dillinger Lyrics

Yeah, what I'ma do right here is take my time
I am going to carefully express myself and dedicate this song to my deceased friends and incarcerated friends, acknowledging that I will see them when I pass on. So listen closely as I reminisce.

and dedicating this one to my niggas resting in peace
This song is a tribute to my friends who have passed away.

and my niggas behind the wall.
And also to my friends who are currently incarcerated.

See you when I get there, you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
I will reunite with my deceased and incarcerated friends when my time comes, but do you truly understand the depth of this sentiment?

So drip with me as I go down memory lane.
Join me as I reminisce and share stories from my past.

Boy it's a loony where the grass is greener
Life can be chaotic and unpredictable in this neighborhood where things may not always appear as they seem.

(1 8 7 ain't shit but a misdemeanor).
Despite the seriousness of committing a murder (1 8 7), it's considered less significant in comparison to the harsh reality of the streets.

I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
I have witnessed many individuals rise to prominence, but only a few have met unfortunate fates.

some rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
Some have passed away, while others endure the struggles of imprisonment.

But it's a East Side thang, a hoo ride thang,
These experiences and struggles are specific to the East Side and the culture of gang affiliation.

'Cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang).
If we engage in gang activity, we also know how to have a good time and enjoy other aspects of life.

I bring you the motherfucking .38,
I present to you the powerful and dangerous .38 caliber firearm,

(just get the MC and the homie Nate).
With the rapper MC and my friend Nate Dogg collaborating on this track.

So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide,
Now let's smoothly transition and glide through this song, with a playful reference to dancing.

as I take you on a trip nigga ride (East Side).
Join me on a journey as I tell my story, representing the East Side.

Do you remember back on the East Side?
Do you recall the memories we shared while living in the East Side neighborhood?

Where all us niggas used to love to ride.
It was a time when we all enjoyed cruising around the neighborhood.

We didn't care what we did,
We were young and carefree, not concerned about the consequences of our actions.

time was nothing to us we were just kids.
We didn't pay attention to time because we were simply children having fun.

Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
The present circumstances have changed, but you can still find yourself facing hardships.

I'm not a kid no more, I just don't give a fuck.
I have grown up and lost my innocence, now adopting a carefree and rebellious attitude.

So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
If you are contemplating confronting or challenging me,

keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G.
Remember this: I am an original gangsta with extensive experience and reputation.

Lets speed the clock up and pass some time,
Let's fast forward and move through time quickly,

June 17th, 1979.
To the specific date of June 17th, 1979.

That's my first time being arrested,
That marks the occasion of my initial encounter with the law,

I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit.
Although I am aware of my wrongdoing, I will not admit guilt.

I learned than from the G's,
I acquired this mindset from the seasoned gangsters,

a G is an overseer, the overseer sees.
A G is like a leader who possesses keen observation skills and insight.

More than you do 'cause he gets experienced,
They have a greater understanding than others because of their extensive experience,

and besides I'm just a juvenile delinquent.
Furthermore, I am just a young troublemaker who breaks the law.

So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
After my arrest, I was away from home, but now I am returning,

my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
My mother is coming to pick me up, and we quickly escape together.

She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
She gives me a jacket to wear and offers me a comb,

We stop and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
We pause to enjoy some frosty treats, snowcones, together.

She telling me that I didn't need to do what I done,
My mother advises me that my actions were unnecessary and unwise,

she said: "playing football should be your only fun son".
She suggests that I should focus solely on playing football for my enjoyment.

I'm like "allright" so we enter the house,
I respond with acceptance, and we proceed to enter our home,

come up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
But suddenly, as we reach the door, my father shoots someone in the face.

I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch,
Helpless and overwhelmed, I could only cry like a coward,

I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch?"
In my confusion, I question my mother, wondering why she betrayed us.

They put me on punishment but that didn't work,
As a form of discipline, they enforce punishments on me, but it proves ineffective,

now wearing khakis, wallabees, and a T-shirt.
As part of my rebellion, I start dressing in khakis, wallabees shoes, and T-shirts,

And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides,
I proudly display my affiliation with the local gang by throwing up their signs,

I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time.
I commit my first robbery, and as a consequence, I am now facing imprisonment.

My homie told me one day he had a jack move,
One day, my friend approaches me with the idea of a planned robbery,

he said: "come on Nate Dogg, it'll be smooth".
He tries to convince me by saying it will be a seamless and successful operation.

I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack them fools",
I give in to the temptation and agree to participate in robbing those individuals,

next day we were draped in the county blues.
The following day, we find ourselves dressed in the standard blue inmate clothing of the county jail.

I went and did a little time in the bucket see
I served a short sentence in the county jail,

(seventeen years),
which lasted a considerable period, approximately seventeen years.

saying to myself "I'll never fuck with that nigga again".
During my time behind bars, I reflect on my choices and vow never to associate with that person again.

'Fore I'm locked down I learned to be
Before being incarcerated, I acquire certain traits and qualities

what I am now and that's a motherfucking O.G.
which shaped me into the original gangsta I am today.

I grew up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
I was raised in the city as a young man, confronting various challenges,

never smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
I maintained a serious demeanor and eventually adopted the lifestyle of a gangster.

You'd find me swearing and lying, trying to be an O.G.,
I developed a habit of using profanity and deceiving others in an attempt to establish myself as an original gangsta.

beating the shit out of niggas for guess, some Hillfigers.
Engaging in physical violence against individuals for reasons that even I am unsure of, sometimes involving the brand Hillfiger.

The man behind the trigger, committing robberies,
I became the individual who carries out armed robberies,

with the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Joined by my friends, we felt invincible and unknown to the authorities.

Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
I intimidate and overpower individuals who disrespect me, warning weak individuals that they should recognize and acknowledge my presence.

because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
We refuse to tolerate any form of disrespect or mistreatment any longer.

Do your wear nigga and kick in your front door,
Prepare yourself for a confrontation, as we forcefully enter your home,

to let you know we can't take no more.
Signaling our determination that we will not endure any further mistreatment.

Feeling revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
Consumed by a desire for vengeance, we are willing to harm not just our enemies but also their loved ones, including our own friends and family.

and let you pay the cost for my homie's life, it's lost.
We make you suffer the consequences for the loss of my deceased friend's life.

Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
Indulging in a superstitious act by flipping a coin and nonchalantly running my fingers through my hair,

and ask myself: "who the fuck should I really fear?".
Asking myself which individuals I truly need to be scared of or cautious around.

I ran around with the best killers,
I associated myself with the most skilled individuals at taking lives,

thug criminals and drug dealers.
including ruthless criminals and individuals involved in the drug trade.

Blasting niggas if they come near us,
We resort to shooting individuals who approach us,

(???) with evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Possibly becoming possessed by malevolent forces, we are beyond anyone's assistance if something were to go wrong.

Knock on wood for good luck,
Performing a superstitious action of knocking on wood for good fortune,

serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
We distribute bullets to every individual in your neighborhood, now you have become a victim of our violent actions.

Stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
Asserting myself as a cold and unyielding gangsta,

a grown child laying niggas the fuck down.
Despite my adult status, I ruthlessly take down individuals without hesitation.

Original gangsta (original gangsta),
I am an authentic and influential gangsta (original gangsta),

coming from Long Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Hailing from Long Beach, a town situated by the sea where individuals are familiar with me.

Coming from the East Side...
Representing the East Side of town...

You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
If you dare to challenge or confront us, you are foolishly crossing paths with The Pound gang, so please reconsider your actions.

see-O-B.'s can't see the D-O-double G's, [O.G.'s... repeat 5 times]
Law enforcement officers are incapable of perceiving or apprehending the dominant and influential presence of the D-O-double G's (O.G.'s).

Shout outs to my nigga Mr. D-A-Z,
Sending acknowledgments and greetings to my friend and collaborator Mr. D-A-Z,

shout outs to my nigga Mr. Warren G,
Extending acknowledgments and greetings to my friend Mr. Warren G,

shout outs to my nigga S-N-double O-P,
Offering acknowledgments and greetings to my friend S-N-double O-P (Snoop Dogg),

shout outs to my niggas see, Style and me.
Sending acknowledgments and greetings to my friends see and Style, as well as myself.

Yeah, straight up, based on a true story.
Indeed, this song is based on real events and experiences.

You know what I'm saying? It's a G thang baby (original gangsta).
Do you understand? This is an authentic gangster thing, my friend (original gangsta).

You trick ass bitch!
You deceitful and treacherous person!