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Ol english ride by get high Smoking on that chronic drinkin ol english, Rags tie gang signs Letters on my hat in ol english, Drive by our side RIP Tats in ol english, Westside till i die Niggaz pouring out that ol english Verse 1 Once upon a time in the projects yo I watch my uncle craig put dees on a 64 I watched it on monday so he bought me a gold chain Shot crack and watch colours so i soaked up game Drove the impala on his lap dat was my role model Used to let me kill the corner of his 40oz bottle On the weekend him n my pops flashed the vet Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death He got murdered by a fien my pops aint like that He was from nutty block they used to call him maniac Crazy ass nigga with a balck panther tat Kill a nigga cross him out on his compton hat Told me when i got older i would understand that Its blood in blood out n aint no turning back Few summers went by n we moved across the tracks 13 thats when i had my first ol english Ol english ride by get high Smoking on that chroNic drinkin ol english, Rags tie gang signs Letters on my hat in ol english, Drive by our side RIP Tats in ol english, Westside till i die Niggaz pouring out that ol english Verse 2 I was the first nigga with a starter jacket on the block Used to build model cars n make the muthafuckers hop Moms banged hover crip she was known for selling rocks Let me collect the 40oz bottles in the dope spot Bought my first converse thought i couldnt be stopped When i cresed up my khakis n threw on my ronnie lot Used to think that i was hard so i stole my brothers glock N thats the day my life changed cuz that night he got shot Killed by another crip over his rolex watch I got high for three years of the chronic from the doc I was drinking 40oz alot N 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 ol english Ol english ride by get high Smoking on that chroNic drinkin ol english, Rags tie gang signs Letters on my hat in ol english, Drive by our side RIP Tats in ol english, Westside till i die Niggaz pouring out that ol english Verse 3 I got alot of dead homies some blood some crip This is life stop watchin that boyz in da hood shit You see this red rag hanging out of my jeans I went to 20 funerals by the age of 19 Then i went to collage basketball was my dream Quit the team cuz id rather shoot rock with the fiens Wanted to be freeway rick He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a brick Bought a caddilac thought i was rich bangin dj quick On crenshaw got jacked for my shit Took a long chronic hit n thought about the time When i was 12 years old n i emptyed my first clip Hit my first switch same night fuck my first bitch Thought i was dreamin til i pinched her tit She caught a stray bullet ridin shotgun in my shit So i got her name taterd in ol english Ol english ride by get high Smoking on that chronic drinkin ol english, Rags tie gang signs Letters on my Hat in ol english, Drive by our side RIP Tats in ol english, Westside till i die Niggaz pouring out that ol english |