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Game, The – Ol’ English

Ol’ English

[Chorus]

Ol’ English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)

Ridin’ by gettin’ high

Smokin’ on that chronic drinkin’ Ol’ English

Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in

Ol’ English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)

Drive by homicide

R.I.P. tats in Ol’ English Westside ’til I die

Niggas pourin’ out that Ol’ English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)

[Verse 1]

Once upon a time in the projects yo

I watched my uncle Greg put D’s on his six-fo’

I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain

Shopped crack and watched “Colors” and I soaked up game

Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model

Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle

On the weekend him and my pops flashed the ‘Vette

‘Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death

He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain’t like that

He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac

Crazy ass nigga wit’ a Black Panther tat

Kill a nigga cross him out on his Compton hat

Told me when I got older I would understand that

It’s blood in blood out and ain’t no turnin’ back

Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks

13 that’s when I had my first

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

I was the first nigga wit’ a Starter jacket on the block

Used to build model cars and let the muthafuckas hop

Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin’ rocks

Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spot

Bought my first Converse thought I couldn’t be stopped

When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott

Used to think that I was hard so I stole my brother’s glock

And that’s the day my life changed ’cause that night he got shot

Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch

I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc

I was drinkin’ 40-ounces a lot

And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped

I start bangin’ red laces in my adidas

Drinkin’ out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by

I was a menace to society

But I never left fingerprints on my

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip

This is life stop watchin’ that “Boyz N The Hood” shit

You see this red rag hangin’ out of my jeans?

I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen

Then I went to college basketball was my dream

Quit the team ’cause I rather shoot rock wit’ the fiends

Wanted to be Freeway Rick

He showed me how to trun a stolen 5.0 into a brick

Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin’ DJ Quik

On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit

Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time

When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip

Hit my first switch same night fucked my first bitch

Thought I was dreamin’ ’til I pinched her tits

She caught a stray bullet ridin’ shotgun in my shit

So I got her name tatted in

[Chorus]

Ol’ English (x4)

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