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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)