Dre he a Compton Compton OG
Nas he a QB QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm
like back in the day
Nas was the first New York
nigga rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to
bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been
Aftermath that got away
But we still get together
like every several years
to sprinkle a little bit of
Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Calico in Rio
stupid fuckers
Low key know G's
but it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod
and watchin' fly bitches
with grey eyes
wrestle in a tub of KY
to get my day by
I like to celebrate why
'cause I can vision
collages and images of my
lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take
is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe
like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron
it's on heathens The God's back
Hard body
Mr Jones never leavin'
Hustlers dealers
drop top riders
Make that cake
cop two five fivers
Pimps and players
platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
Hustlers dealers
drop top riders
Make that cake
cop two five fivers
Pimps and players
platinum diamonds
East to West Coast then OV
He a Compton Compton OG
Mix that with a QB QB true G
What you got's
A concoction of some different
ghetto blocks
West Coast kill the tracks
East Coast gunshots
He a Compton Compton OG
Mix that with a QB QB true G
What you got's
A concoction of some different
ghetto blocks
West Coast kill the tracks
East Coast gunshots
1995 eleven years from the day
I'm in the record shop with
choices to make
Illmatic on the top shelf
The Chronic on the left homie
Wanna cop both but only
got a twenty on me
So fuck it I stole both
spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off
Illmatic and bumped that
For my niggaz it was
too complex when Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton nigga
with a New York State of Mind
Inside the dope house
bottlin' up sherm
bangin' The Firm
Dre was king then
so I waited my turn
Fast forward
now I'm makin 'em burn
Ended my peers careers
hollered at Nas
a hard lesson was learned
So I reconciled my differences
like he did with Jigga
I stopped beefin' with niggaz
'cause I'm Ether to niggaz
Comb the earth 'til
there's no one left
If I Ruled the World
I summons all you weak rap
niggaz to death
He a Compton Compton OG
Mix that with a QB QB true G
What you got's
A concoction of some different
ghetto blocks
West Coast kill the tracks
East Coast gunshots
Yo the Jordans sportin'
Come off the dice game
with a fortune walkin'
you a walkin' coffin'
The musket I tucked it
you bluff it I bust it
You're sideways talkin'
so I lay often
I wait patient
to duct tape hatin'
Fuck ass niggaz
get bucked ass niggaz
Pluck ashes of Cuban cigars
you foolin' with Nas
That's my name and
I came with Rugers this time
And if I'm sane that
Soul Plane movie's the bomb
Word to my mom's name
tattooed to my arm
You can't revolve me embalm me
calm me or harm me
Rob me or dodge these bullets
I'm bustin'
See that's malarky you yappin'
I open up the tripod to
put the gatling on
and I start clappin'
Nasty man from baggin'
grams and runnin' from cops
to a mill' on the hand
a mill' on the watch
I'm fuckin' with Doc
Hustlers dealers
drop top riders
Make that cake
cop two five fivers
Pimps and players
platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
Hustlers dealers
drop top riders
Make that cake
cop two five fivers
Pimps and players
platinum diamonds
East to West Coast then O V