[Produced By Hi-Tek]
[Hook: Dion]
Ol' English
(Ridin' by, gettin' high)
Smokin' on that chronic, drinkin' (Olde English)
(Rags tied, gang sign)
Letters on my hat in (Old English)
(Drive-by, homicide)
R.I.P. tats in (Old English)
(Westside 'til I die)
n***as pourin' out that (Olde English)
[Verse 1:The Game]
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I watched my Uncle Greg put D's on a '6-4
I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain
Chopped crack and watched "Colors" so I soaked up game
Drove the Impala on his lap, that was my role model
Used to let me k** 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 d**h
He got murdered by a fiend, my Pops ain't like that
He was from Nutty Block, they used to call him Maniac
Crazy a** n***a, with a Black Panther tat'
k** a n***a, 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 (Olde English)
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[Verse 2:The Game]
I was the first n***a with a Starter jacket on the block
Used to build model cars and make the motherf**ers 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 brothers Glock
And that's the day my life changed cause that night he got shot
k**ed 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 a-di-das
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 (Olde English)
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[Verse 3:The Game]
I got a lot of dead homies, some Blood some Crip
This is life, stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" sh**
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 sh**
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 f**ed my first b**h
Thought I was dreamin 'til I pinched her tits
She caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my sh**
So I got her name tatted in (Old English)
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