Ol' English lyrics
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Artist: The Game Album: Doctor's Advocate
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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 Niggas 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 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
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[Verse 2] 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 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
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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" 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
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Ol' english (x4)
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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