[Intro:]

Mmm hmm [clears throat]

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 O.G. a rich californian

Made a nigga 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 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 D.O.C. 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, "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 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 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

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

C.O.B., 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



[Outro:]

Walk with me walk with me

yea walk with me walk with me teach you bout your OG's [x3]