Artist：the game
Songs Title：ol＇ english
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
Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model
Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle
＇Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death
He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac
Crazy ass nigga with 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 with a Starter jacket on the block
Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin＇ rocks
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
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
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 turn 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 ****ed my first b***h
Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her nipple
She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my shit
So I got her name tatted in
Ol＇ English （x4）
[00:01.01]Artist：the game
[00:02.02]Songs Title：ol＇ english
[00:02.89]Ol＇ English （la-lala-la-la-la-la）
[00:05.20]Ridin＇ by gettin＇ high
[00:08.76]Smokin＇ on that chronic drinkin＇ Ol＇ English
[00:22.76]Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in
[00:26.13]Ol＇ English （la-lala-la-la-la-la）
[00:27.44]Drive by homicide
[00:28.20]R.I.P. tats in Ol＇ English Westside ＇til I die
[00:29.70]Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English （la-lala-la-la-la-la
[00:31.01]Once upon a time in the projects yo
[00:32.26]I watched my uncle Greg put D＇s on his six-fo＇
[00:36.71]I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain
[00:40.45]Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model
[00:44.38]Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle
[00:49.76]＇Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death
[00:52.82]He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac
[00:58.33]Crazy ass nigga with a Black Panther tat
[01:00.83]Kill a nigga cross him out on his Compton hat
[01:02.14]Told me when I got older I would understand that
[01:06.44]It＇s blood in blood out and ain＇t no turnin＇ back
[01:11.45]Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks
[01:14.21]13 that＇s when I had my first
[01:17.57]I was the first nigga with a Starter jacket on the block
[01:39.45]Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin＇ rocks
[01:58.61]When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott
[02:01.11]Used to think that I was hard so I stole my brother＇s glock
[02:04.55]And that＇s the day my life changed ＇cause that night he got shot
[02:06.67]Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch
[02:07.86]I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc
[02:10.61]I was drinkin＇ 40-ounces a lot
[02:17.11]I start bangin＇ red laces in my adidas
[02:19.93]Drinkin＇ out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by
[02:23.74]I was a menace to society
[02:27.49]But I never left fingerprints on my
[02:29.86]I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip
[02:33.67]You see this red rag hangin＇ out of my jeans?
[02:44.86]I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen
[02:45.92]Then I went to college basketball was my dream
[02:46.99]Quit the team ＇cause I rather shoot rock wit＇ the fiends
[02:48.98]Wanted to be Freeway Rick
[02:51.05]He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a brick
[03:25.36]Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin＇ DJ Quik
[03:29.61]On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit
[03:31.86]Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time
[03:35.55]When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip
[03:38.36]Hit my first switch same night ****ed my first b***h
[03:41.93]Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her nipple
[03:44.67]She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my shit
[03:47.29]So I got her name tatted in
[03:50.06]Ol＇ English （x4）