[Chorus]   Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)   Ridin' by gettin' high   Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English   Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in   Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)   Drive by homicide   R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die   Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)      [Verse 1]   Once upon a time in the projects yo   I watched my uncle Greg put D's on his six-fo'   I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain   Shopped crack and watched "Colors" and 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 the '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 n**** wit' a Black Panther tat   Kill a n**** 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      [Chorus]      [Verse 2]   I was the first n**** wit' a Starter jacket on the block   Used to build model cars and let the muthafuckas 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   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 fingerprints on my      [Chorus]      [Verse 3]   I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip   This is life stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit   You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans?   I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen   Then I went to college basketball was my dream   Quit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit' 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      [Chorus]      Ol' English (x4)