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THE GAME lyrics : "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
^!$$%s 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 $$# ^!$$% wit' a Black Panther tat
Kill a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% wit' a Starter jacket on the block
Used to build model cars and let the mutha$#&@as 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 ???
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" %#@!
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 %#@!
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 $#&@ed my first (*##$
Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her tits
She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my %#@!

So I got her name tatted in

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Ol' English [x4]

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