Crooked I - Respect Your OG's lyrics

Yea
Ay Jim Gittum
We need some of that old school
Gangsta shit from the westside
Yea all you niggaz out there who
Love all the westcoast gangsta shit
This the history class
All you new niggaz out there, pay attention
Respect your OG's

My nigga Ice T set it
Off with "6'n the Mornin'"
Rhyme paid the OG a rich californian
Made a nigga proud of the city I was born in
Gangbang capital you die without warnin
Bangin that CIA cube's recordings
Before when Eazy hit with the
Jheri curl and Jordans
Fat girl on my jock I was important
The 80's crack sendin niggaz
To see the warden


Thunderbird and cool-aid straight
Liquor abuse
Cortez Nike's with the alligator swoosh
12 years old in the back of a six-deuce
Craigers and dimes but of
Course it's on juice
So we lift the caboose
Never went back to school
We bangin King T's "Act a Fool"
First pair of house shoes on the album cover
Like my cousin from Brooklyn used
To say word to mother
It's these California streets that made
Me a young g
I was on Low Profiles ridin with Dub-C
In a MAAD Circle all of
The homies would puff weed
They cross coors pendeltons rockin
Them Chuck T's
If it ain't rough it ain't
Got the right feelin
Ruthless Villian like Ren niggaz chillin
In a world when pyramid DOC
Was spillin the raw
Ready and willin the law
They wasn't feelin that "Fuck the Police"
Shit well stall me out
Or you be "One Less Bitch"
I gotta worry about
A nigga "Always Into Somethin" man
Never been a fruitcake
Ever since doctor gave my momma by due date
"Straight Checkin 'Em" before a
Nigga even knew Eiht
Compton's Most Wanted dropped the
5 mic blue tape
I had "Music to Drive By" in my speakers
Fresh from my golf hat to my lotto sneakers
Plus pops never gave me shit but his features
So OG's and these MC's were my teachers
Too $hort taught me how to talk to a slut
Like, "Can I ask you a
Question you like to fuck?"
Got my duck sick which meant my dick sucked
A young nigga born to mack after a quick buck
Pistols stay tucked nobody could disarm me
You and what Uncle Jam's Army could harm me
I Lynch Mobs and my "Freedom
Got an AK" you dickwad
Hit a nigga with the tre eight forget squabs
You know we love to draw
Now I got a murder rap like Above the Law
Just another execution and busters soft
The we lowridin niggaz gotta hug the 'Shaw
Yea floss without a dentist
We all got a little CPO in us
This is the "Ballad of a Menace"
Playin in my boombox I'm walkin down Venice
Beach
IV Life the Mack 10 is in his reach
Wait, "LA Zoo" DJ Pooh
DJ Quik if you don't have a DJ Clue
Let me tell you we got DJ's too
The Imperial, Sir Jinx, Battlecat, DJ Who
The og damn we def
Young niggaz transformin like JAZZY JEFF
I scratch you out when the fight comes
Me and my Sick Wid' It Click
We like Spice 1
We keep a nice gun and my
Knife will slice your right lung
When your reachin for the shine it blind
Your eyes like the bright sun
Thats sets in Cali gang of war bangers
If they set up in the alley
Get wet up in death valley
Its 2 times, worse than True Crime
Menace I I Society, and Colors was 2 kind
Bullets wipe away your Good
Times like JJ's dad
Have you mumblin like JJ Fad
Samallamma Dumallama when the AK mad
The gauge go "Rodney O and Joe
Cooley" same base they had
Nigga sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
"How I Can Just Kill a
Man" playin when I dump
This is for "La Raza" black Kid Frost
Better stay Mellow Man when you
Talkin to a boss
COB, LBC same place Snoop
Was introduced to Dre
By a nigga named Warren G
Without that piece of history I wonder
Where the Beach would be
And I still gotta give it up to you know who
We'll talk about him on part 2
Yea I still gotta give it up to you know who
We'll talk about him on part 2
PaC

Walk with me walk with me