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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 ???
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]