The Game Follow

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

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

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

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

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