The Game - Ol' English download song

Lyrics

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)