Crooked I - Respect Your O.G.'s lyrics

[Intro] Mmm hmm {*clears throat*} Yea Ay Jim Gittum We need some of that old school gangsta sh** from the westside Yea... all you n***as out there who love all the westcoast gangsta sh** This the history cla** All you new n***as out there, pay attention Respect your OG's My n***a Ice-T set it off with "6'n the Mornin'" Rhyme paid the O.G. a rich californian Made a n***a proud of the city I was born in Gangbang capital you die without warnin Bangin that C.I.A. 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 n***as 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 n***as chillin In a whirlwind pyramid D.O.C. was spillin the raw Ready and willin the law They wasn't feelin that "f** the Police" sh** well stall me out Or you be "One Less b**h" I gotta worry about A n***a "Always Into Somethin" man never been a fruitcake Ever since doctor gave my momma by due date "Straight Checkin 'Em" before a n***a 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 sh** but his features So OG's and these MC's were my teachers Too $hort taught me how to talk to a s*ut Like, "Can I ask you a question you like to f**?" Got my duck sick which meant my dick s**ed A young n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as 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, "L.A 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 o.g. damn we def Young n***as 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 d**h valley Its 2 times, worse than True Crime Menace II 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 n***a sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump "How I Can Just k** a Man" playin when I dump This is for "La Raza," black Kid Frost Better stay Mellow Man when you talkin to a boss C.O.B., LBC same place Snoop was introduced to Dre By a n***a 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 [Outro] Walk with me walk with me Yea walk with me walk with me teach you bout your OG's (x3)