Ice T - O.G. Original Gangster Lyrics

[Verse 1]Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flowTalkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the discoI liked how that shit was goin' downDreamt about ripping the mic with my own soundSo I tried to write rhymes something like themMy boys said, "That ain't you, Ice! That shit sounds like them."So I sat back, thought up a new trackDidn't fantasize, kicked the pure factsMotherfuckers got scared cause they was unpreparedWho would tell it how it really was? Who dared?A motherfucker from the West Coast, L.ASouth Central, fool, where the Crips and the Bloods playWhen I wrote about parties, it didn't fit"6 N' the Mornin," that was the real shit[Hook]O.G. Original Gangster[Verse 2]When I wrote about parties, someone always diedWhen I tried to write happy, yo, I knew I lied'Cause, I lived a life of crime Why play ya blind?A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'mA hardcore player from the streetsRapping bout hardcore topics over hardcore drum beatsA little different than the average thoughJet you through the fast lane, drop ya on death rowCause anybody who's been there knows thatLife ain't so lovely on the blood-soaked fast trackThat invincible shit don't workThrow ya in a joint, you'll be coming out feet firstSo I blast the mic with my styleSometimes I'm ill and other times buckwildBut the science is always thereI'd be a true sucker if I acted like I didn't careI rap for brothers just like myselfDazed by the game in a quest for extreme wealthBut I kick it to you hard and realOne wrong move, and your cap's peeledI ain't no super hero, I ain't no Marvel comicBut when it comes to game I'm atomicAt dropping it straight, point blank and untwistedNo imagination needed, cause I lived itThis ain't no fucking joke, this shit is real to meI'm Ice-T, O.G[Hook}[Verse 3]Two weeks ago I was out at the discoTwo brothers stepped up to me and said, "Hey yo, IceWe don't think you're down. What set ya claiming?"E drew the Glock, yo my set's aiming!Dumb motherfucker, try to roll on me, please!I'm protected by a thousand emceesAnd hoodlums and hustlers and bangers with jheri curlsWe won't even count the girlsCause they got my back and I got theirs tooFight for the streets when I'm on Oprah or DonahueThey try to sweat a nigga but they just didn't figureThat my wit's as quick as a hair trigger"He's not your everyday-type prankster."I'm Ice-T, the original gangster[Hook][Verse 4]So step to me if you think that you're ready toGot on your bullet proof? Well mine's going right thruThis ain't no game to me, it's hollow fame to meWithout respect from streets, so I don't claim beThe hardest motherfucker on earthCatch me slipping, I can't even get workedBut I don't slip that often, there's a coffinWaiting for the brother who comes off soft whenThe real fucking shit goes down, take a look aroundAll them pussies can be foundThey talk a mean fight but fight like hoesI'm from South Central, fool, where everything goesSnatch you out your car so fast you'll get whiplashNumbers on your rooftop for when the copters passGangbangers don't carry no switchbladesEvery kid's got a Tec 9 or a hand grenadeThirty-seven killed last week in a crack warHostages tied up and shot in the liquor storeNobody gives a fuck"The children have to go to school!" Well, moms, good luck!Cause the shit's fucked up bad I use my pad and penAnd my lyrics break out madI try to write about fun and the good timesBut the pen yanks away and explodes and destroys the rhymeMaybe it's just cause of where I'm fromL.A. (*bang!*) that was a shotgun![Hook]