OG Anthem Lyrics
| Song | OG Anthem |
| Artist | I-20 |
| Album | Self Explanatory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Means, Sandimanie, Thelusma | |
| I-20O.G. A | |
| NTHEM[Verse 1: I-20] | |
| Yeah, 2-0 an | |
| OG since I first came out | |
| DTP is the gang and yeah we will bang out | |
| I had one close call, no the mac didn't missthe bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped back in the clipit's the gangs where | |
| I'm from, but most the sides is oursso if a nigga talking shit, we'll just ride this song | |
| And be careful wat you saying when you under your breathand throw up signs like the whole neighborhood's gone deaf | |
| Now nigga that's gangsta, no words spokenjust one head nod and your head's bust open | |
| This whole cool team we only got one questionin about three seconds, which side are you reppin | |
| We used to throw hands, now it's blast on blastyou got a pass from the homey now the pass gone past | |
| Watch the colors on your rag in the pockets you rock emand the way you braid your hair, cause real niggaz is watching, | |
| YEAH[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] | |
| Gangsta forever | |
| I'm leaving it neverit's been done for life and it's done in all weather | |
| Like it or love it, | |
| I ain't for no dumb shitwhen you in the street, you see the niggaz you should run with | |
| Cause we keeps it cleanwhen most of them gangstas lean | |
| Here they come, here we come, cause a scene then they run | |
| Go and get your gun, and smoke that shit when you done[Verse 2: I-20] | |
| And oh yeah | |
| I'm affiliated (a rider is born)and if you want | |
| I can demostrate it (try all you want) | |
| Man, lets get this one started bitch, | |
| I'm banging your setthe first down south nigga with a westcoast rep1 album, 5 months, | |
| I'm number one in the hooda low-low 3 wheels, 2 hoes and | |
| I'm goodPull the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to sleepeven these techs mean something nigga, read 'em and weap | |
| You grinding hard to get yours while the getting is goodyou got jumped in the club just for repping your hood | |
| Eastside D- | |
| E-C, where nobody's a punkwe'll pull something out the trunk, then put you in the trunk | |
| Look, everybody's ghetto, nigga, follow the ruleswe throw a party when you come home from jail, not school | |
| It sound sad but it's love nigga, leave it at thatand every bitch love a street nigga, this is a fact, | |
| C'mon[Chorus][Verse 3: I-20] | |
| And I was born in the hood, so | |
| I'll die for the causeniggaz think it's all good 'til | |
| I swing on their boss(Gangsta, Gangsta) where every screamining itbut ain't nobody meaning it, cause | |
| I know I ain't seeing it | |
| Real thugs don't party they just hold up the walland buy bottles just in case they wanna start up a brawl | |
| It's an everyday thing nigga, home of the penwhere niggaz wear the same color like it's part of they skin | |
| Down south or out | |
| West, look it's one in the samedark read or all blue, shit it's all in the gang | |
| You better watch your handshake when you greeting your boyscause if they know your man fake, they'll be heating your boys | |
| Even the bitches get down when they knowing it's beefthey got her man in the pen and her kids in the street | |
| It's the neighborhood bullshit | |
| I gotta admitbut | |
| I'll be thuggin 'til they bury me, | |
| I'm loving this shit[Chorus: 2x] |
| zuo qu : Means, Sandimanie, Thelusma | |
| I20O. G. A | |
| NTHEM Verse 1: I20 | |
| Yeah, 20 an | |
| OG since I first came out | |
| DTP is the gang and yeah we will bang out | |
| I had one close call, no the mac didn' t missthe bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped back in the clipit' s the gangs where | |
| I' m from, but most the sides is oursso if a nigga talking shit, we' ll just ride this song | |
| And be careful wat you saying when you under your breathand throw up signs like the whole neighborhood' s gone deaf | |
| Now nigga that' s gangsta, no words spokenjust one head nod and your head' s bust open | |
| This whole cool team we only got one questionin about three seconds, which side are you reppin | |
| We used to throw hands, now it' s blast on blastyou got a pass from the homey now the pass gone past | |
| Watch the colors on your rag in the pockets you rock emand the way you braid your hair, cause real niggaz is watching, | |
| YEAH Chorus: Butch Cassidy | |
| Gangsta forever | |
| I' m leaving it neverit' s been done for life and it' s done in all weather | |
| Like it or love it, | |
| I ain' t for no dumb shitwhen you in the street, you see the niggaz you should run with | |
| Cause we keeps it cleanwhen most of them gangstas lean | |
| Here they come, here we come, cause a scene then they run | |
| Go and get your gun, and smoke that shit when you done Verse 2: I20 | |
| And oh yeah | |
| I' m affiliated a rider is born and if you want | |
| I can demostrate it try all you want | |
| Man, lets get this one started bitch, | |
| I' m banging your setthe first down south nigga with a westcoast rep1 album, 5 months, | |
| I' m number one in the hooda lowlow 3 wheels, 2 hoes and | |
| I' m goodPull the gat, squeeze something nigga put ' em to sleepeven these techs mean something nigga, read ' em and weap | |
| You grinding hard to get yours while the getting is goodyou got jumped in the club just for repping your hood | |
| Eastside D | |
| EC, where nobody' s a punkwe' ll pull something out the trunk, then put you in the trunk | |
| Look, everybody' s ghetto, nigga, follow the ruleswe throw a party when you come home from jail, not school | |
| It sound sad but it' s love nigga, leave it at thatand every bitch love a street nigga, this is a fact, | |
| C' mon Chorus Verse 3: I20 | |
| And I was born in the hood, so | |
| I' ll die for the causeniggaz think it' s all good ' til | |
| I swing on their boss Gangsta, Gangsta where every screamining itbut ain' t nobody meaning it, cause | |
| I know I ain' t seeing it | |
| Real thugs don' t party they just hold up the walland buy bottles just in case they wanna start up a brawl | |
| It' s an everyday thing nigga, home of the penwhere niggaz wear the same color like it' s part of they skin | |
| Down south or out | |
| West, look it' s one in the samedark read or all blue, shit it' s all in the gang | |
| You better watch your handshake when you greeting your boyscause if they know your man fake, they' ll be heating your boys | |
| Even the bitches get down when they knowing it' s beefthey got her man in the pen and her kids in the street | |
| It' s the neighborhood bullshit | |
| I gotta admitbut | |
| I' ll be thuggin ' til they bury me, | |
| I' m loving this shit Chorus: 2x |
| zuò qǔ : Means, Sandimanie, Thelusma | |
| I20O. G. A | |
| NTHEM Verse 1: I20 | |
| Yeah, 20 an | |
| OG since I first came out | |
| DTP is the gang and yeah we will bang out | |
| I had one close call, no the mac didn' t missthe bullet looked, saw it was me, and it jumped back in the clipit' s the gangs where | |
| I' m from, but most the sides is oursso if a nigga talking shit, we' ll just ride this song | |
| And be careful wat you saying when you under your breathand throw up signs like the whole neighborhood' s gone deaf | |
| Now nigga that' s gangsta, no words spokenjust one head nod and your head' s bust open | |
| This whole cool team we only got one questionin about three seconds, which side are you reppin | |
| We used to throw hands, now it' s blast on blastyou got a pass from the homey now the pass gone past | |
| Watch the colors on your rag in the pockets you rock emand the way you braid your hair, cause real niggaz is watching, | |
| YEAH Chorus: Butch Cassidy | |
| Gangsta forever | |
| I' m leaving it neverit' s been done for life and it' s done in all weather | |
| Like it or love it, | |
| I ain' t for no dumb shitwhen you in the street, you see the niggaz you should run with | |
| Cause we keeps it cleanwhen most of them gangstas lean | |
| Here they come, here we come, cause a scene then they run | |
| Go and get your gun, and smoke that shit when you done Verse 2: I20 | |
| And oh yeah | |
| I' m affiliated a rider is born and if you want | |
| I can demostrate it try all you want | |
| Man, lets get this one started bitch, | |
| I' m banging your setthe first down south nigga with a westcoast rep1 album, 5 months, | |
| I' m number one in the hooda lowlow 3 wheels, 2 hoes and | |
| I' m goodPull the gat, squeeze something nigga put ' em to sleepeven these techs mean something nigga, read ' em and weap | |
| You grinding hard to get yours while the getting is goodyou got jumped in the club just for repping your hood | |
| Eastside D | |
| EC, where nobody' s a punkwe' ll pull something out the trunk, then put you in the trunk | |
| Look, everybody' s ghetto, nigga, follow the ruleswe throw a party when you come home from jail, not school | |
| It sound sad but it' s love nigga, leave it at thatand every bitch love a street nigga, this is a fact, | |
| C' mon Chorus Verse 3: I20 | |
| And I was born in the hood, so | |
| I' ll die for the causeniggaz think it' s all good ' til | |
| I swing on their boss Gangsta, Gangsta where every screamining itbut ain' t nobody meaning it, cause | |
| I know I ain' t seeing it | |
| Real thugs don' t party they just hold up the walland buy bottles just in case they wanna start up a brawl | |
| It' s an everyday thing nigga, home of the penwhere niggaz wear the same color like it' s part of they skin | |
| Down south or out | |
| West, look it' s one in the samedark read or all blue, shit it' s all in the gang | |
| You better watch your handshake when you greeting your boyscause if they know your man fake, they' ll be heating your boys | |
| Even the bitches get down when they knowing it' s beefthey got her man in the pen and her kids in the street | |
| It' s the neighborhood bullshit | |
| I gotta admitbut | |
| I' ll be thuggin ' til they bury me, | |
| I' m loving this shit Chorus: 2x |
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