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GAME, THE

Ol' English

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Текст песни GAME, THE - Ol' English

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Текст песни GAME, THE - Ol' English




[Chorus]Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)Ridin' by gettin' highSmokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' EnglishRags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat inOl' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)Drive by homicide( )R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I dieNiggas pourin' out that Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)[Verse 1]Once upon a time in the projects yoI watched my uncle Greg put D's on his six-fo'I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chainShopped crack and watched "Colors" and I soaked up gameDrove the Impala on his lap that was my role modelUsed to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottleOn the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette'Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to deathHe got murdered by a fiend my pops ain't like thatHe was from Nutty Block they used to call him ManiacCrazy ass nigga wit' a Black Panther tatKill a nigga cross him out on his Compton hatTold me when I got older I would understand thatIt's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' backFew summers went by and we moved across the tracks13 that's when I had my first[Chorus][Verse 2]I was the first nigga wit' a Starter jacket on the blockUsed to build model cars and let the motherfuckers hopMoms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin' rocksLet me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the dope spotBought my first Converse thought I couldn't be stoppedWhen I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie LottUsed to think that I was hard so I stole my brother's glockAnd that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shotKilled by another crip over his Rolex watchI got high for three years off that Chronic from the DocI was drinkin' 40-ounces a lotAnd every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy droppedI start bangin' red laces in my AdidasDrinkin' out a brown paper bag on my first drive-byI was a menace to societyBut I never left fingerprints on my[Chorus][Verse 3]I got a lot of dead homies some blood some cripThis is life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shitYou see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans?I went to twenty funerals by the age of nineteenThen I went to college basketball was my dreamQuit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit' the fiendsWanted to be Freeway RickHe showed me how to trun a stolen 5.0 into a brickBought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ QuikOn Crenshaw got jacked for my shitTook a long chronic hit and thought about the timeWhen I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clipHit my first switch same night fucked my first bitchThought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her titsShe caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my shitSo I got her name tatted in[Chorus]Ol' English [x4]




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