The Game - Ol' English lyrics
[The Game - Ol' English lyrics]
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 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
I was the first nigga wit' a
Starter jacket on the block
Used to build model cars and
Let the motherfuckers 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 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 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 tit's
She caught a stray bullet ridin'
Shotgun in my shit
So I got her name tatted in
Ol' English
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 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
I was the first nigga wit' a
Starter jacket on the block
Used to build model cars and
Let the motherfuckers 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 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 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 tit's
She caught a stray bullet ridin'
Shotgun in my shit
So I got her name tatted in
Ol' English