Lyrics Ol' English - The Game
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
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
(la-lala-la-la-la-la)
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
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)
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
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)
I
got
a
lot
of
dead
homies
some
blood
some
crip
This
is
life
stop
watchin'
that
"Boyz
and
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
(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)
Ol'
English
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1 Let's Ride
2 Remedy
3 It's Okay (One Blood)
4 It's Okay (One Blood)
5 Da Shit
6 Lookin At You
7 Too Much
8 Why You Hate the Game
9 Bang
10 California Vacation
11 Ol' English
12 Doctor's Advocate
13 One Night
14 Too Much
15 Scream On Em
16 Around the World
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