| Ridin’by gettin’high
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| Smokin’on that chronic drinkin’Ol’English
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| Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in Ol’English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
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| Drive by homicide
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| R.I.P. |
| tats in Ol’English Westside 'til I die
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| Niggas pourin’out that Ol’English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
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| Once upon a time in the projects yo I watched my uncle Greg put D’s on his six-fo'
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| I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain
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| Shopped crack and watched «Colors"and I soaked up game
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| Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model
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| Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle
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| On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette
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| 'Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death
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| He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain’t like that
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| He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac
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| Crazy ass nigga wit’a Black Panther tat
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| Kill a nigga cross him out on his Compton hat
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| Told me when I got older I would understand that
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| It’s blood in blood out and ain’t no turnin’back
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| Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks
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| 13 that’s when I had my first
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| I was the first nigga wit’a Starter jacket on the block
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| Used to build model cars and let the muthafuckas hop
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| Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin’rocks
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| Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spot
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| Bought my first Converse thought I couldn’t be stopped
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| When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott
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| Used to think that I was hard so I stole my brother’s glock
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| And that’s the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot
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| Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch
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| I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc
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| I was drinkin'40-ounces a lot
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| And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped
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| I start bangin’red laces in my ???
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| Drinkin’out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by
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| I was a menace to society
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| But I never left fingerprints on my
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| I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip
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| This is life stop watchin’that «Boyz N The Hood"shit
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| You see this red rag hangin’out of my jeans?
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| I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen
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| Then I went to college basketball was my dream
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| Quit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit’the fiends
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| Wanted to be Freeway Rick
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| He showed me how to trun a stolen 5.0 into a brick
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| Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin’DJ Quik
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| On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit
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| Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time
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| When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip
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| Hit my first switch same night fucked my first bitch
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| Thought I was dreamin''til I pinched her tits
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| She caught a stray bullet ridin’shotgun in my shit
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| So I got her name tatted in Ol’English (x4) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ol' English , by - The Game. Song from the album Doctor's Advocate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп