[Produced By Hi-Tek]
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[Chorus: Dion Jenkins]
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Ol English
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Ridin by, gettin high
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Smokin on that chronic, drinkin Ol English
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Rags tied, gang sign
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Letters on my hat in Ol English
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Drive-by, homicide
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R.I.P. tats in Ol English
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Westside til I die
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Niggas pourin out that, Ol English
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[Verse 1: The Game]
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Once upon a time in the projects, yo
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I watched my Uncle Greg put Ds on a ‘6-4
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I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain
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Chopped crack and watched “Colors” so I soaked up game
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Drove the Impala on his lap, that was my role model
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Used to let me kill the corner of his 40 ounce bottle
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On the weekend him and my Pops flashed a ‘Vette
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Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death
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He got murdered by a fiend, my pops aint like that
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He was from Nutty Blocc, they used to call him Maniac
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Crazy ass nigga, with a Black Panther tat
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Kill a nigga, cross him out on his Compton hat
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Told me when I got older, I would understand that
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Its blood in, blood out, and aint no turnin back
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Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks
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13, thats when I had my first (Olde English)
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[Chorus: Dion Jenkins]
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Ol English
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Ridin by, gettin high
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Smokin on that chronic, drinkin Ol English
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Rags tied, gang sign
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Letters on my hat in Ol English
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Drive-by, homicide
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R.I.P. tats in Ol English
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Westside til I die
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Niggas pourin out that, Ol English
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[Verse 2: The Game]
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I was the first nigga with a Starter jacket on the block
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Used to build model cars and make them motherfuckers hop
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Moms banged Hoover Crip, she was known for sellin rocks
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Let me collect the 40 ounce bottles in the dope spot
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Bought my first Converse, thought I couldnt be stopped
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When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott
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Used to think that I was hard, so I stole my brothers Glock
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And thats the day my life changed, cause that night he got shot
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Killed by another Crip over his Rolex watch
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I got high for three years off that “Chronic” from the Doc
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I was drinkin 40 ounces a lot
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And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped
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I start bangin red laces in my A-di-das
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Drinkin out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by
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I was a menace to society
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But I never left finger prints on my (Olde English)
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[Chorus: Dion Jenkins]
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Ol English
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Ridin by, gettin high
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Smokin on that chronic, drinkin Ol English
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Rags tied, gang sign
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Letters on my hat in Ol English
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Drive-by, homicide
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R.I.P. tats in Ol English
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Westside til I die
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Niggas pourin out that, Ol English
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[Verse 3: The Game]
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I got a lot of dead homies, some Blood some Crip
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This is life, stop watchin that “Boyz N The Hood” shit
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You see this red rag hangin outta my jeans
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I went to 20 funerals by the age of 19
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Then I went to college, basketball was my dream
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Quit the team, cause Id rather shoot rock with the fiends
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Wanted to be Freeway Rick
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He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a brick
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Bought a Cadillac, thought I was rich, bangin DJ Quik
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On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit
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Took a long chronic hit, and thought about the time
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When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip
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Hit my first switch, same night fucked my first bitch
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Thought I was dreamin til I pinched her tits
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She caught a stray bullet ridin shotgun in my shit
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So I got her name tatted in (Old English)
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[Chorus: Dion Jenkins]
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Ol English
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Ridin by, gettin high
~#**************#~
Smokin on that chronic, drinkin Ol English
~#**************#~
Rags tied, gang sign
~#**************#~
Letters on my hat in Ol English
~#**************#~
Drive-by, homicide
~#**************#~
R.I.P. tats in Ol English
~#**************#~
Westside til I die
~#**************#~
Niggas pourin out that, Ol English
~#**************#~
Ol English
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Ol English
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Ol English
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Ol English
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Ol English
