Artist: Ice-T Album: O.G. Original Gangster Song: O.G. Original Gangster Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com ..Original Gangster!! [Verse One: Ice-T] Ten years ago, I used to listen to rappers flow Talking about the way they rock the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was going down Dreamed about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes something 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 was unprepared Who would tell it how it really 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 Morning - that was the real shit [Chorus: Ice-T X10] O.G. - Original Gangster [Verse Two: Ice-T] When I wrote about parties, someone always died When I tried to write happy, yo I knew I lied Cause.. I lived a life of crime, Why play you blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm A hardcore player from the streets Rapping about hardcore topics over hardcore drum beats A little different than the average though Jet you through the fast lane, drop you on death row Cause anybody whose been there knows that Life ain't so lovely on the blood-soaked fast track That invincible shit don't work Throw you in a joint, you'll be coming out feet first So I blast the mic with my style Sometimes I'm ill, and other times buck wild But the science is always there I'd be a true sucker, if I act like I didn't care I rap for brothers just like myself Dazed by the game, in a quest for the extreme wealth But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong move (*Gun Shot*) and you cap is peeled I ain't no super hero, I ain't no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game I'm atomic At dropping in straight Point Blank and untwisted No imagination needed, cause I lived it This ain't no fucking joke, this shit is real to me I'm Ice-T - O.G. [Chorus: Ice-T X8] [Verse Three: Ice-T] 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 you're claiming?" E drew the Glock, yo, my set is aiming! Dumb motherfucker tried to roll on me, please! I'm protected by a thousand emcees And hoodlums and hustlers and bangers with Jheri 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 That my whip is as quick as a hair trigger "He is not your everyday-type Prankster" I'm Ice-T, the Original Gangster [Chorus: Ice-T X10] [Verse Four: Ice-T] So step to me if you think that you're ready to Got any your bullet proof? - well mine's going right through This ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to me Without respect from the streets, so I don't claim to be The hardest motherfucker on earth Catch me slipping, I can even get worse But I don't slip that often There's a coffin, waiting for the brother who comes up soft when The real fucking shit goes down Take a look around, all them pussies can't be found They talk a mean fight but fight like whores 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 cops dispatch Gang bangers don't carry no switch blades Every kid has got a Tech Nine or a Hand Grenade Thirty seven killed Last week in a crack war Hostages 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 is fucked up bad I use my pad and pen, and my lyrics break out mad I try to write about fun and the good times But the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhyme Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from L.A. (*GUN SHOT*) that was a shotgun! [Chorus: Ice-T until fade]