"OG To BG" lyrics
Yeah, man
So I'm sitting back chopping game with one of these YNs, right?
So, so what the YN don't understand is that
Before there was a YN, there was a BG
And I'm gonna run it down to you so you can understand game, young homie
'Cause it's the same thing, you understand what I'm saying? Trip
I grew up in the era of Gs and BGs
Half of the homies had hands on real keys
I'm not talking instruments for this incident
We sell crack and mines by the increment
Dressed to a T, BG with the pistol grip
Play with the homies and you will get pistol whipped
Looking for a pad to stash and twist a lick
Homie had a bag, so I grabbed a grip of shit
Bring it back to the hood and now we gonna split the shit
Now we on deck on the set, I'ma get you, bitch
With this youth mind, I'ma just scoop mine
Mama said in due time, nigga, you'll do time
I'm on a mission, Moms, I'm not listening
I'm banging for the hood, I'm shining and glistening
Ops wanna pop but never could out me
Ask the bitches from your hood
All them hoes know about me
I'm firm with a smile, I'm young and I'm wild
Disrespect ain't allowed (Why?)
I got a gun and it pow
In the cut like cleavers, believe us
Advil kills all your nighttime fevers
Eyes on the corner, word is
Run up on cuz, Dogg will pop on you
Me and my crew do what we do
We don't talk up on you, we walk up on you
Project affected
BG code of ethic respected
Mm, outside they cooking
Anxious, gang shit, yeah, I'm looking
BGs, OGs, my Gs
YNs, TCs, and YGs
I'm just giving you a little game
Giving you a little game
BG, yeah
So you don't have to feel the pain
While you out there in them streets, yeah
Yeah, man
It's all about them letters, man
And your alphabets, right?
So, YNs
I pray that you grow to be OGs
And don't get caught by the alphabet boys
Let that sink in
Yeah, from BG to OG
From OG to YN
Let's get it together, y'all
I took the time because I don't want you to waste no more time
'Cause you don't know how much t—
So I'm sitting back chopping game with one of these YNs, right?
So, so what the YN don't understand is that
Before there was a YN, there was a BG
And I'm gonna run it down to you so you can understand game, young homie
'Cause it's the same thing, you understand what I'm saying? Trip
I grew up in the era of Gs and BGs
Half of the homies had hands on real keys
I'm not talking instruments for this incident
We sell crack and mines by the increment
Dressed to a T, BG with the pistol grip
Play with the homies and you will get pistol whipped
Looking for a pad to stash and twist a lick
Homie had a bag, so I grabbed a grip of shit
Bring it back to the hood and now we gonna split the shit
Now we on deck on the set, I'ma get you, bitch
With this youth mind, I'ma just scoop mine
Mama said in due time, nigga, you'll do time
I'm on a mission, Moms, I'm not listening
I'm banging for the hood, I'm shining and glistening
Ops wanna pop but never could out me
Ask the bitches from your hood
All them hoes know about me
I'm firm with a smile, I'm young and I'm wild
Disrespect ain't allowed (Why?)
I got a gun and it pow
In the cut like cleavers, believe us
Advil kills all your nighttime fevers
Eyes on the corner, word is
Run up on cuz, Dogg will pop on you
Me and my crew do what we do
We don't talk up on you, we walk up on you
Project affected
BG code of ethic respected
Mm, outside they cooking
Anxious, gang shit, yeah, I'm looking
BGs, OGs, my Gs
YNs, TCs, and YGs
I'm just giving you a little game
Giving you a little game
BG, yeah
So you don't have to feel the pain
While you out there in them streets, yeah
Yeah, man
It's all about them letters, man
And your alphabets, right?
So, YNs
I pray that you grow to be OGs
And don't get caught by the alphabet boys
Let that sink in
Yeah, from BG to OG
From OG to YN
Let's get it together, y'all
I took the time because I don't want you to waste no more time
'Cause you don't know how much t—
