| Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
| With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
| 1 2 3 and this is O G |
| The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
| The getto jam is about to slam |
| With some notes from the diggady d-de |
| As I key what’s really goin' on |
| Would ya reminisce with me-e |
| Saturday morning just gettin' up |
| With a hangover smellin' like a fuck |
| I really can’t remember 'cause I’m still kinda faded |
| So I close my eyes and thank God that I made it |
| Now I’m gettin' flashbacks of some O.J. |
| With a green glass, that’s tangere |
| Took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness |
| Now I need a trick so I can handle my business |
| What do you know, a freak’s in my reach |
| Threw her on the flo', stuck it in her deep |
| She’s screamin' and she’s screamin' and she’s screamin', gettin' horse |
| But then I busted her gut, and that was that, so kick the chorus |
| Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
| With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
| 1 2 3 and this is O G |
| The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
| The getto jam is about to slam |
| With some notes from the diggady d-de |
| As I key what’s really goin' on |
| Would ya reminisce with me-e |
| My homies are down, chillin' in the hood |
| Got them hootchies, well they ain’t no good |
| To the other man, well she might be some good cat |
| But the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat |
| She’s standing there |
| So those with game can dare |
| And ooh, she’ll pound that ass real fast |
| If it ain’t that big |
| And when your in that thing |
| She’ll make the homies sing |
| Dubabwaa, dubabwaa, dubabwaa |
| But you don’t hear me doe |
| Ain’t nuthin' wrong with being a Trojan man |
| When ya ridin' |
| So let’s kick the chorus please |
| If ya like it |
| Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
| With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
| 1 2 3 and this is O G |
| The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
| The getto jam is about to slam |
| With some notes from the diggady d-de |
| As I key what’s really goin' on |
| Would ya reminisce with me-e |
| My homies crowding in this dope yellow Chevy |
| 2:03 to be prox |
| Ken was kickin' that funk in the trunk |
| Clean with the rag on top, yeah |
| Rollin' down the shore, guess what we saw |
| Some hootchies |
| They’re fine as wine, is doggin' me |
| She’s showing booty |
| So I approached the freak of the week |
| And I played it like a game of blackjack |
| And for all that ass that she toted around |
| Well I offered a backpack |
| And since I’m a mack |
| Well, you know how the story goes |
| So all ya bros, freaks ya know |
| Here we go |
| Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
| With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
| 1 2 3 and this is O G |
| The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
| The getto jam is about to slam |
| With some notes from the diggady d-de |
| As I key what’s really goin' on |
| Would ya reminisce with me-e |
| Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
| With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
| 1 2 3 and this is O G |
| The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
| The getto jam is about to slam |
| With some notes from the diggady d-de |
| As I key what’s really goin' on |
| Would ya reminisce with me-e |
| Here we go, here we go as the tune starts to bloom |
| With a phat phat track pumpin' gas |
| 1 2 3 and this is O G |
| The freaks would ya move ya pretty a-ass |
| The getto jam is about to slam |
| With some notes from the diggady d-de |
| As I key what’s really goin' on |
| Would ya reminisce with me-e |