Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ol' English, artist - The Game. Album song Doctor's Advocate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
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 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 ??? |
| 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 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 tits |
| She caught a stray bullet ridin’shotgun in my shit |
| So I got her name tatted in Ol’English (x4) |