Paul Wall Og Bobby Johnson Lyrics

I'm OG and this shit
Word on a street I'm a suspect
Take it,change it and get it back here
Drop it,got your girl stuck with it
Never leave the crew without a loaded tip
'man I love that
And if anything went up wrong Ima kill that

OG got to stay
It's like management setting for me
Tryin' to make another meal
Fuck all that beefing
I'll be getting for a while for a reason
Grin out season,minding my business
People go abroad taking out their kidneys
Got it from the bottom,oh,yeah,my business
6 years later your bitch will still give me

I'm OG Slim Thug
OG slim Thug
OG slimThug,motherfuckers

Sexy,you made it
It's the OG '
I'll be waiting on the trunk of your punk
Enjoy the view


Word on the streets is got a chick
Ima slap it and get it too quick
Eddy spread it over made it extra-wet
I can use my iphone and make the trunk lift
First 'with a candy fit
'man had a hundred,bitch
One time for my lab OG fish
I've been down with my dogs in '96
My first drop was a brand new Cadillac
'I had so many slangs,man I forget
Ray,ray,street killer '
Paid with,wait until you see it son
'rest in peace to my boy,little Eamon
Man every slip that I got,I got a magic gun
Me and you,you,you used to swang in the river
Man,I'm being public drunk