Ol' English

Artist：the game

Songs Title：ol＇ english

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）

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 n**** wit＇ a Black Panther tat

Kill a n**** 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

I was the first n**** 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

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 turn 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

Ol＇ English （x4）