Homage - OG Cuicide, Kokane, Kurupt

We gon' start this off like this, right?

We gon' break it down in layman’s terms

You know, the way we came up, we pay homage to those before us

We gave them respect, you understand me?

'Cause we knew where the game came from

They helped influence us

Kurupt young-god (Kokane)

Cuicide, Cavi

Since a li’l nigga, streets been a part of my life

Goin' hard in 'em gave me my stripes

Something is wrong

Young niggas not respectin' the grown

Shit deep, like the hole in my dome

I take my respect

That’s the reason why they call me the don

Like chess, I’m a king to the pawns

I done came a long way in these streets, homie, takin' these steps

And did a lotta dirt, takin' these breaths

You see, the road that you on?

In the streets, I helped build that bitch

Paid dues, I been did that shit

When it come to OGs, it’s good when you payin' your homage

To me, that mean you’re keepin' it solid

Let me talk to these streets

I know you feel it like the bass in this beat

Or a shot when you’re hit from my heat

I’m the Compton OG, Cuicide, and I’m lacin' the game

With some shit that’ll stick to the brain, yea

You ain’t sayin' nothin' but talking' loud

You ain’t really 'bout your paper route

I make rules every day, you wish you could

Can’t nobody say I ain’t kept it hood

I got money (Ugh) I’m a superstar (Ugh)

And you know I keep it real on the boulevard

I came from nothin' (Ugh) to be a superstar (Ugh)

I’m worldwide with this shit that’s from the boulevard

I’m so G

Now, listen up, li’l nigga, I’m talking' to you

And 'bout who your li’l ass need to pay homage to

And whether you do or don’t know

A lot of real Gs paved the road to spit that shit that you on

And disrespect, I don’t condone it

Get your own style and own it

And stop all the clonin'

I come from the era where it was no bitin' allowed

And if you was a MC, you really moved the crowd

No bullshittin', jump around all loud

Actin' all tough, end up gettin' knocked out

No, that’s not hip-hop, that’s not what it’s about

Y’all fuckin' up the essence, y’all need to learn a lesson

Go study some Big Daddy Kanes and KRS-es

Some Easy-Es, some King Tees and Doug E. Fresh-es

Who individually had to prove who was the freshest

I gotta school you li’l niggas

Check your adolescence

You ain’t sayin' nothin' but talking' loud

You ain’t really 'bout your paper route

I make rules every day, you wish you could

Can’t nobody say I ain’t kept it hood

I got money (Ugh) I’m a superstar (Ugh)

And you know I keep it real on the boulevard

I came from nothin' (Ugh) to be a superstar (Ugh)

I’m worldwide with this shit that’s from the boulevard

I’m so G

Look, you don’t owe me money, but you owe me respect

A lifetime achievement, blood, tears, and sweat

On the mic, I’m like the homie, I’m a deadly threat

A threat that deserves respect, on my mama and set

And I spit virus verses, vigilant vigilante

Insanity, Amityville, feel the calamity spreadin' throughout the speakers

Which gets you eager to listen

The fever, fire, the vanity puts in me in this position

To glisten, miss them, remember like I remember others

This is where the love come from, for one another

Bounce rock, roller-skatin' down the block

Livin' life with no time-table or clock

I warrant you this warning, a press release

Back in the day, we called 'em biters and you’ll have no teeth

If you try to bite this, I’m into that lease

For the next five centuries, unloading' the leaf

Now, pay homage

You ain’t sayin' nothin' but talking' loud

You ain’t really 'bout your paper route

I make rules every day, you wish you could

Can’t nobody say I ain’t kept it hood

I got money (Ugh) I’m a superstar (Ugh)

And you know I keep it real on the boulevard

I came from nothin' (Ugh) to be a superstar (Ugh)

I’m worldwide with this shit that’s from the boulevard

I’m so G