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- [Chorus]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)
- Niggaz pourin' out that (Olde English)[The Game]
- Once upon a time in the projects yoI watched my Uncle Greg but D's on a '6-4I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain
- Chopped crack and watched "Colors" so I soaked up gameDrove the Impala on his lap, that was my role modelUsed to let me kill the corner of his 40 ounce bottle
- On the weekend him and my Pops flashed a 'VetteTil' one weekend my Uncle got stabbed to deathHe got murdered by a fiend, my Pops ain't like that
- He was from Nutty Block, they used to call him ManiacCrazy 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 thatit's blood in, blood out and ain't no turnin' backFew summers went by and we moved across the tracks
- 13, that's when I had my first (Olde English)[Chorus]
- (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)Niggaz pourin' out that (Olde English)
- [The Game]I was the first nigga with a Starter jacket on the blockUsed to build model cars and make the motherfuckers hop
- Moms banged Hoover Crip, she was known for sellin' rocksLet me collect the 40 ounce bottles in the dope spotBought my first Converse, thought I couldn't be stopped
- when I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie LottUsed to think that I was hard, so I stole my brothers glockAnd that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot
- Killed by another Crip over his Rolex watchI got high for three years off that "Chronic" from the DocI was drinkin' 40 ounces a lot
- And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy droppedI start bangin' red laces in my a-di-dasDrinkin' out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by
- I was a menace to societyBut I never left finger prints on my (Olde English)
- [Chorus](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)Niggaz pourin' out that (Olde English)
- [The Game]I got a lot of dead homies, some Blood some Crip
- This is life, stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shitYou see this red rag hangin' outta my jeansI went to 20 funerals by the age of 19
- Then I went to college, basketball was my dreamQuit the team, 'cause I'd rather shoot rock with the fiendsWanted to be Freeway Rick
- He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a brickBought a Cadillac, thought I was rich, bangin' DJ QuikOn Crenshaw got jacked for my shit
- Took a long chronic hit, and thought about the timewhen I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clipHit my first switch, same night fucked my first bitch
- Thought I was dreamin 'til I pinched her titsShe caught a stray bullet ridin' shotgun in my shitSo I got her name tatted in (Old English)
- [Chorus](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)
- Niggaz pourin' out that (Olde English)
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