OG - Snoop Dogg, Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y

Have a little party at my crib

And all the weed is rolled that’s how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke

Don’t even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that’s more famous than these older niggas

Young nigga got my game up from these older niggas

Motherfuckas hear my name, I say I told you nigga

I was taught to count my paper 'fore I fold it nigga

Now look at my chains, all them things frozen nigga

Rolling up my Mary Jane before I smoke it wit ya Hit this J, I bet this be a day you don’t remember

Looking at the top and I don’t see not one contender

Cooking out the pot, I like my weed for lunch and dinner

Got some cookies in the jar, OG in the blender

You paying for quantity, but quality is what you spend for

If there’s a marijuana-ology, I’ll be your mentor

And all about this chronic leaf is what in for

So give your parents my apology for me again or Get high like we Cheech and Chong

We gon' eat some brownies, we gon' smoke, we gon' need some bongs

Roll up so we can all

Killer Cali is what we blow

OG nigga from way down low

Known for banging the blue C rag

Started off smoking nothing but Zags

Popping P’s, chopping trees

501's, all of these

All y’all invited, ignite it, light it, now follow me Laid out, plush couch, flat screen television

Table full of vegetation so you just might stun a nigga

That’s what it is, that’s what it’s gon' be East Side Long Beach where I’m from

Bring your girls, all y’all come

Give me some, now give her some

It’s big Mac, I love to have fun

You are, you are the one

If you get it or do it, then it’ll be just like 2 on 1

Break it down, lay it down

Baby work that body like

At the pad, acting bad

Baby what that party like?

Moving so schizophrenic

Baby pull down your panties

Let the Doggy Dog ram it I cram to undertsand it Back room that’s my bedroom

Make her right up in it

Close the door, slow?

I’m 'bout to slide up in it

Smoke something

Having money and blowing hella' chronic

Smoke I’m stunting

Cutlass on them chrome spokes with the engine running

Sounding like a dinosaur if the stomach rumbling

Your bitch at the window cause she know I’m coming

She tell you that she 'bout to go jogging and on the corner

She jump in, take her to the honeycomb

Stuffing kush ?, playing Megaman 3

Your Wonderwoman giving dome out Miami

Said she never leave me 'lone, She wan' have a family

She just high, tomorrow night, she’ll be titties out, dancing

Trying to leave with the next nigga in a Aston

So why get caught up

I’m too swift up on my toes to have my name brought up In sewing circles with them hoes

I rather be a straight G rolling up a whole

O-Z of that OG have them KO’ed