Ol' English

(Ol' English, drive-by, get high)

Smoking on the chronic, drinking

(Ol' English, rags tied gang-side)

Letters on my hat in

(Ol' English, drive-by, homicide)

RIP taxin'

(Ol' English, Westside till I die)

**** pouring out that

(Ol' English)

Once upon a time in the projects, yo

I watched my Uncle Greg put T's on his '64

I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain

Shot cracking, watch colors, so I soaked up game

Jodie and Palo on his lap, that was my role model

Use to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle

On the weekend him and my Pops flash the vet

Till one weekend by Uncle got stabbed to death

He got murdered by a fiend, my pops ain't like that

He was from Nutty Block, they use to call him maniac

Crazy ass **** with Black Panther tat

Kill a ****, 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 turning back

Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks

Thirteen, that's when I first had my

(Ol' English, drive-by, get high)

Smoking on that chronic drinking

(Ol' English, rags tied gang-side)

Letters on my hat in

(Ol' English, drive-by, homicide)

RIP taxin'

(Ol' English, Westside till I die)

**** pouring out that

(Ol' English)

I wish the first **** woulda start a jacket on the block

Use to build model cars and make the motherfuckers hop

Mom's bang two for Crip, she was known for selling rocks

Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles it the dope spot

Bought my first Converse, thought I couldn't be stopped

When I creased up all my Khakis and threw all my Ronni Lot

Use to think that I was hard so I stole my brothers 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 dock

I was drinking 40-ounces a lot

And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day EZ dropped

I start banging red laces in my high-de-dah

Drinking outta brown paper bag on my first drive by

I was a menace to society but I never left finger prints on my

(Ol' English, drive-by, get high)

Smoking on that chronic drinking

(Ol' English, rags tied gang-side)

Letters on my hat in

(Ol' English, drive-by, homicide)

RIP taxin'

(Ol' English, Westside till I die)

**** pouring out that

(Ol' English)

I got a lot of dead homies, some Blood, some Crip

This is life, stop watching that Boyz-n-the-Hood shit

You see this red rag hanging out of my jeans

I went to twenty funerals by the age of nineteen

Then I went to college, basketball was my dream

Quit the team 'cause I'd rather shoot rock with the fiends

Wanted to be freeway Rick

He showed me how to turn a stone of 5.0 into a brick

Bought a Cadillac, thought I was rich

Banging DJ Quick on Crenshaw, got jacked for my shit

Took a long chronic hit

And thought about the time when I was twelve years old

And I empty my first clip

Hit my first switch, same night, fuck my first bitch

Thought I was dreaming till her pinched her tits

She caught a stray bullet riding shot-gun in my shit

So I got her name tatted in

(Ol' English, drive-by, get high)

Smoking on that chronic drinking

(Ol' English, rags tied gang-side)

Letters on my hat in

(Ol' English, drive-by, homicide)

RIP taxin'

(Ol' English, Westside till I die)

**** pouring out that

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