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Im the real og

O.G. or original gangster or real OG or triple OG [oh-jee] or [uh-rij-uh-nl gang-ster]

What does OG mean?

OG is a slang term for someone who’s incredibly exceptional, authentic, or “old-school.” It can be earnestly used for a legend like Michael Jordan or more ironically, like for that friend who can unwrap a Starburst with their mouth.

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Where does OG come from?

While OG has come to be a hip way of referring or showing respect to someone who’s an expert in any facet of life, its origins lie in gang culture. According to Steve Champion and former South Central Los Angeles gang member Anthony Ross in 2006, the term first started being used in the early 1970s by the LA-based Original Gangster Crips. The term original gangster was derived from the gang’s name and initially stood for “we’re the first.” Crips members would use the OG abbreviation as a shorthand when writing which part of the gang they belonged to (e.g., Original Eastside Crip or OG Eastside).

As the Crips expanded in the 1970s, and many new recruits were coming form different gangs, the definition of the term began to change. An OG became someone who was deeply devoted to their subset gang, and younger members of the gangs began to use it in reference to the elders. The term became so popular that even the Crips’s rival gang, the Bloods, started using it.

During the 1980s, OG began to enter the mainstream with its use in commercialized rap music. In songs and music videos, an OG was seen as someone in gang culture who was hip and impressive (an exceptional badass), and soon the term was used to describe people in the real world who exemplified those characteristics even when they had no gang affiliations. At the same time, the term continued to carry on its initial meaning in the sense that something was OG if it was the first of its kind or unique—that is, original.

One notable example of OG in the context of commercialized rap is in LA-raised rapper Ice-T’s single (and album) “O.G. Original Gangster,” which, at its peak, was #7 on 1991’s Billboard rap charts.

There also exists a popular strain of weed known as OG Kush. The origin of the strain’s name is debated, but according to Amsterdam-based cannabis-seed seller DNA Genetics, who’s responsible for marketing OG Kush seeds, the strain originally went by a different name, but was renamed OG Kush by the popular 1990s LA rap group Cypress Hill. Cypress Hill, apparently, was using OG in its sense of “exceptional.”

OG is a slang term for someone who's incredibly exceptional, authentic, or "old-school.

“OG” lyrics

Kardinal Offishall Lyrics

“OG”
(feat. Assassin)

[Assassin:]
Mad something!
Oh Assassin, Kardinal a bad something
Search ya know!
Kingston!
I don’t know ’bout ye
Man a real OG

[Kardinal Offishall:]
When you the realest
You don’t need to try to be relevant (OG!)
416 all we doin’ is stick to the regiment! OG!
My Gosh
Money is talkin’, de madem a try to be eloquent (OG!)
I’m friends with the hustlers and I give the daps to the reverend (OG!)
I told them to pray for the block and to pray for my brethren OG! (Pray for me!)
The ghetto is hungry, they robbin’, shootin’ and embezzlin’ OG!
Wherever there’s love I am home
Welcome to my residence (OG!)
They talkin’ bout all that they doin’, but where is the evidence? (OG!)
I do this for all of my kings that’s living in tenements (OG!)
A moment of silence for haters
We offer remembrance (OG!)
I give you opportunity, you talkin’ bout opulence OG!
You couldn’t see what we doin’ with Gucci binoculars

[Assassin:]
Tell me!
What a nigga know about me?
I get L-I-V-E
You don’t want beef and you the king
And all you wanna do is just preach?!
Niggas want everything free, you can get this D-E -L-I-V-E-R-A-N -C-E
S to the T-R-A-I to the G
H-T still in HD, holla at me, OG!

[Kardinal Offishall:]
OG! With no T-wop in my life my niggas is nothin’
The devil talkin’ so loud, but we know he bluffin’
Youngsters don’t provide info, yeah, we know nothin’
Tell me somethin’

[Kardinal Offishall & Assassin:]
Tell me somethin’ OG!
OG! Tell me ye ain’t heard about me!
TICKA TICKA Real OG
OG! Tell me ye ain’t heard about me!
TICKA TICKA Real OG
OG! Tell me ye ain’t heard about me!
TICKA TICKA Real OG
OG! Tell me ye ain’t heard about me!
TICKA TICKA Real OG

[Kardinal Offishall:]
Nowadays. you can see me drive slow
Through the west side (OG!)
Big up all da man upon road, I was born on di East Side (OG!)
Sum’ o’ dem pull bad, I don’t really trust da police out here (OG!)
Speed bad, doin’ 80 in a 50, goin’ straight through Leaside (OG!)
808’s in the trunk, slave to fashion with a chain on (OG!)
Kunta Kente, still have plenty, I’m you’re neighbourbhood Trayvon (OG!)
So many killed, don’t have names, don’t get reported on the TV (OG!)
So many illiterate, ignorant, that can’t even spell LV (OG!)
You don’t really know about me!
Trust we ain’t from the same scenes
Trust we ain’t’ from the same genes
Trust we ain’t inna dem tings
Nah, you ain’t on my team!
Cause all of us are born kings
And Queens respect the crown when you see it
Some wanna be it
But got they eyes focused on a Beamer
Tryin’ hard but I’m still a sinner
Oh God, OG!

[Kardinal Offishall:]
OG! With no T-wop in my life my niggas is nothin’
The devil talkin’ so loud, but we know he bluffin’
Youngsters don’t provide info, yeah, we know nothin’
Tell me somethin’

[Assassin:]
Real OG manna real OG
Ya girlfriend said that I’m a D-O-G
Cold-breaded assassin call me Kobe
Operator to the ting I’m like a D-O-C
Fear no man it’s only G-O-D
Real OG no real orgy
‘Nuf of dem a talk ’bout OG
They don’t know ’bout the gangsta C-O-D-E
Dat dem with a big man
Big papa soldier with
Big man thirty
We a G-major dem a g-minor
Me g-shocks put them in a big flat
Then G pon
[?]
Pulla envy
Or we up a inna club where we drop 10 Gs
Or a 100 Gs pon a new Benzi
Partna’s like “OG” When dere girlfriend see it
OG no hse up in the front seat
[?]
Mission complete
Everybody dun speak!
OG!

Me do me research!
What I can’t cuss?
Me do me research!

Kardinal Offishall "OG": Mad something! Oh Assassin, Kardinal a bad something Search ya know! Kingston! I don’t know ’bout ye…