Game Ol` English Lyrics

Ol` English Lyrics

[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 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



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[Verse 2]

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



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[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 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



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Ol' English (x4)