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Ol' English [bad word]  
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 [bad word] [bad word] wit' a Black Panther tat 
Kill a [bad word] cross him out on [bad word] 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 
 [bad word]  

[Verse 2] 
I was the first [bad word] wit' a Starter jacket on the block 
Used to build model cars and let the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 
 [bad word]  

[Verse 3] 
I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip 
This is life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" [bad word] 
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 [bad word] a stolen 5.0 into a brick 
Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik 
On Crenshaw got jacked for my [bad word] 
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 [bad word] my first [bad word] 
Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her [bad word] 
She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my [bad word] 
So I got her name tatted in 
 [bad word]  

Ol' English [x4]
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