Ol’ English(Album Version|Explicit) - The Game

Ol' English (Album Version|Explicit) - The Game
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
Niggards pourin' out that Ol' English la-lala-la-la-la-la
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 a** niggle wit' a Black Panther tat
Kill a niggle 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
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
Niggards pourin' out that Ol' English la-lala-la-la-la-la
I was the first niggle wit' a Starter jacket on the block
Used to build model cars and let the motherf**kers hop
Moms banged Hoover Grip she was known for sellin' rocks
Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the d**e 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 block
And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot
Killed by another crisp 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 Easy 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
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
Niggards pourin' out that Ol' English la-lala-la-la-la-la
I got a lot of dead homier some blood some crisp
This is life stop watchin' that boys N the hood sh*t
You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans
I went to twenty funerals by the age of nineteen
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 turn a stolen 5 0 into a brick
Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quick
On Scrimshaw got jacked for my sh*t
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 f**ked my first b**ch
Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her tits
She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my sh*t
So I got her name tatted in
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
Niggards pourin' out that Ol' English la-lala-la-la-la-la
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