Artist: Lounge Lo f/ E-Rose, Kolossoul
Album:  Simpstonian Institute
Song:   OG's
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Kolossoul]
Yeah, another world premiere
Kolossoul, this is what we do
Y'all niggaz see it

[Kolossoul]
I got remarkable finesse, on the mic I impress
I make yo' bitch undress, while you sit home stressed
Nevertheless, don't come for test, my niggaz bring it the best
Cuz them things be comin' out like the Wild Wild West
Only for homicide to come through, and clean up the mess
Jungle Nillz, Gaten Island, blowin', trialin' on this Island
More and more bodies pilin', even our babies wildin'
And it won't stop, that's how the man designed it for the block
He knew that all this shit would happen if they gave us crack rocks
Glocks to pop, wardrobes and drop tops
It's like with every generation, yeah, we thick in the plot
Now our babies bust shots, growin' up in crack spots
That's why we bully the block, cuz that's all we got
Plus we lived here for years, so we say "Why not?"
We gotta grind from the top that's why we opened up shop
We got them battery backs that like to bring them ooh-wops
Even cops get shot, the madness never stops
This is why these blocks is hot, and snitches get us locked

[Chorus 2X: E-Rose]
This is for my OG's, with old cheese who move ki's
Who drink liquor and fuck bitches and smoke weed
Who take care of the seeds so they could live the dream
Cuz they don't wanna see them go through the same things

[E-Rose]
I've learned that, life is a blessin'
But if you fuck with me, I'ma have to teach you a lesson
And let the Smith & Wesson cave ya chest in
Now ya team is left in the state of depression
Cuz I'm not the nigga to threaten
It'll only take me about a second to pull out the weapon
And after all the hell I've been through
I should say a cool nigga like me should make it to Heaven
But if you cross me once you not my brethren
You want peace, nigga? Then call you a Reverend
Cuz I roll with hustlers and criminal felons
Fuck with us, and you'll make channel 11
They'll be talkin' about how you was hit with 7
And the niggaz who did it, cops not able to catch 'em
No witnesses, nobody tellin'
Niggaz like to pop shit until we come and dead 'em
Prepare for armageddon, well armed with weapons
Jungle Nillz is the click, nigga, what you reppin'?

[Chorus 2X]

[Interlude: Lounge Lo]
Aiyo, Kolossoul, I see you my dude!
Hear me out! Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou!

[Lounge Lo]
Aiyo, I blam through the City of God, that's real talk
Where I'm from we screw drizzy them cars
And the heart was never hard to pump
Man, I get it for cheap, and sold to 58ths, they must be chumps
Now light ya lighters, Beez Mode, ya rap is writers
Skyline with the Stones, it's like I'm back from Riker's
Shaolin rider, the One-Six, wild survivor
Pops off and get it in, when they stop and try us
From the Jungle to the Hill, dog, the Stat's the livest
I know a nigga like Rose that'll clap surprisers
Hit a nigga down with the chopper, man, I chops 'em bad
So when the cops come, they could never Color Me Bad
It's Simpson pimpin', yeah, kid, I walk with a mean limp
The beef, brocolli, Timbs, white rice and steamed shrimp
Plus a black nine with a beam, bitch, my team's sick
Catch me in the dark doin' dirt on a clean bench
The guns be blowin', the cracks be sellin'
I crack ya melon with a bat that I snatched from Sheldon
Bitch, I pop off and I bang bang
Lingerin' Stone, I been home and I bang with the same gang

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Lounge Lo]
Yeah, y'all niggaz thought that shit couldn't happen, man
This motherfuckin' Simpson, man
Staten Island's Most Popular Son
Lounger Lo, live and direct from the 1-6-0
Aiyo, Rose, I feel you, dog
Kolossoul, I feel you, dog
Y'all know what it be, man
Y'all know what it do, man
We gon' ride for Staten Island, man
It's either ya hop on or hop off
And fuck on or fuck off, you deal me?
I see y'all, man.... peace!