Chords for Daz Dillinger ft. Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg - O.G.

[Dm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ What I'm doing right [Dm] here is taking my time.
[Am] I [F] dedicate this one to my niggas resting in peace.
[Dm] And my niggas behind the wall.
I'll show you what I get for [F] it.
You know what I'm [Dm] saying?
So uh, drip with me.
As I go down, remember me Lord.
Boy it's a loony when the grass is greener.
27 ain't shit but a misdemeanor.
I seen a lot of niggas come up, a few niggas [Am] done up.
Some rest in peace with the [Dm] khakis heavy police.
But it's the east side though.
Who ride fast.
Cause if we bang to the boogie then we boogie to the max.
I'll bring you the motherfucking 38.
Just get the MC and the homie next.
So we can slide, slide, slippity slide.
As I take you on a trip nigga, ride this side.
We remember back on the east [Am] side.
_ _ [Dm]
Girl us niggas used to love to ride.
East side, east side, east side, hey boy.
We didn't care what we _ [F] did. _
Time was nothing to us, we were just kids. _ _
Times are different now but you still get [Am] stuck.
I'm not a kid no more, I just don't care, [Dm] motherfucker.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me.
Keep this in mind, I'm a motherfucking OG.
Let's beat the clock up and pass some time.
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested.
I know I did the crime but I ain't gonna confess to this shit.
I learned that from the G's.
[Am] A G is an overseer, the overseer [Dm] sees.
More than you do, cause he is experienced.
And besides, I'm just a juvenile delinquent.
Four hours gone and I'm on my way home.
[Am] My mama's coming to get me in a fleet with Roach.
She puts her [Dm] jacket on my back and hands me a cone.
[Am] We stop at Ross Debris [F] for a couple of snow [Dm] cones.
She's telling me that I don't need to do what I done.
[Am] She said fleeing football should be your only fun, son.
[Dm] I'm like alright, so we head to the house.
[Am] Pop mom through the door and pop five pen and [Dm] map.
I couldn't do nothing but cry like a [Am] bitch.
I looked at my mama and said, damn, why you snitch?
They put me on punishment but [F] that ain't work.
Now I'm wearing [Dm] khakis, wallabies, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood gangsters.
[Am] I do my first robbery and now I gotta do time.
[Dm] My homie told me one day he had a deck [Am] of moves.
He said, come on Nick, dawg, it'll be smooth.
I agreed and said, come on, let's do a deck of moves.
The next day we went straight to the county booth.
I went and did [Dm] a little time in the fucking [F] city.
I never fucked with that nigga [Dm] again.
But while I was down I learned to [F] be what I am now.
[Am] And that's a motherfucking OG.
[Dm] _ That's the [Am] OG.
[F] Original gangster.
_ [Am] Original gangster.
[Dm] Original gangster.
I _ grew up in the city as a chap.
Face was bright, I stood up and smiled.
It came the gangster in the meanwhile.
Fine swearing and lying.
Trying to be an OG.
Beating the shit out of niggas.
Guessing head figures.
The man behind the trick.
Committing robberies with the homies.
No one to stop.
Nobody knew me, gagging niggas.
Showed something niggas better know.
[Am] Because we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
[Dm] Do you win, nigga?
If you get in your front [Am] door.
So let you know you can't take no more.
[Dm] Feel it within.
Hit the enemies, family, and [Am] friends.
And let you pay the cost with my homie, [Dm] Viper Sloth.
Pop the coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair.
And ask yourself, who the fuck should I really fear?
Hot, hot, hot around, around with the best [Am] killer.
Blood criminals, drug dealers.
[Dm] Blasting niggas if they come near.
Won't [Am] castigate each figure.
Don't want them doubles if I [F] could.
Knock on wood with good luck.
[Dm] Serve every nigga [Am] in your hood with a buck.
Now you been struck.
Stood a [Dm] gangster then, instead of gangster now.
A grown child playing niggas to fuck down.
_ _ [Am] Original gangster.
[Dm] Coming [Am] from the long beach.
[F] Now my speed is not weak.
Coming from the inside.
You're fucking with the pound, though, nigga.
[Am] See your niggas can't see the D-O-double [F] G.
God's out with the money, nigga.
The A-B.
[Am] God's out [Dm] with the money, nigga.
The four-B.
God's out with the money, nigga.
The long beach.
[Am] God's out with the money, nigga.
He's not [F] in me.
Yeah, [Dm] straight up.
[C] Based on a true story.
[Dm] You know what I'm saying?
_ O [Am]-D-C.
Original [Dm] gangster.
_ O-D-C.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
O [F] _ -D. _ _ _