歌手:The Game
专辑:《Doctor's Advocate》

作曲 : Cotrell, Taylor
Artist：the game
Songs Title：ol＇ english
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
*****s 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 n**** wit＇ a Black Panther tat
Kill a n**** 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
I was the first n**** wit＇ a Starter jacket on the block
Used to build model cars and let the mutha****as hop
Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin＇ rocks
Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the **** 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 adidas
Drinkin＇ out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by
I was a menace to society
But I never left fingerprints on my
I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip
This is life stop watchin＇ that ＂Boyz N The Hood＂ ****
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 turn a stolen 5.0 into a brick
Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin＇ DJ Quik
On Crenshaw got jacked for my ****
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 ****ed my first *****
Thought I was dreamin＇ ＇til I pinched her ****
She caught a stray bullet ridin＇ shotgun in my ****
So I got her name tatted in
Ol＇ English （x4）