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Ol' English [Explicit]
作词:Tony Cottrell, Jayceon Taylor
Ol' English, 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 Niggaz pourin' out that Ol' English
Once upon a time in the projects, yo I watched my Uncle Greg put D's on a '64 I washed it on Monday, so he bought me a gold chain Shopped crack and watched 'Colors', so 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 a '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 nigga with a Black Panther tat Kill a nigga, cross him out on his Compton hat
Told me when I got older, I would understand that It's blood in, blood out and there ain't no turnin' back Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks 13, that's when I had my first
Ol' English, 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 Niggaz pourin' out that Ol' English
I was the first nigga with a Starter jacket on the block Used to build model cars and make the motherfuckers 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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 finger prints on my
Ol' English, 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 Niggaz pourin' out that Ol' English
I got a lotta dead homies, some Blood, some Crip This is life, stop watchin' that 'Boyz N The Hood' shit You see this red rag hangin' outta my jeans I went to 20 funerals by the age of 19
Then I went to college, basketball was my dream Quit the team 'cause I'd rather shoot rock with 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 shit 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 fucked my first bitch Thought I was dreamin' 'til I pinched her tits She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my shit So I got her name tatted in
Ol' English, 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 Niggaz pourin' out that Ol' English
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