作曲 : Cotrell, Taylor Artist：the game Songs Title：ol＇ english 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 *****s pourin＇ out that Ol＇ English （la-lala-la-la-la-la） 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 I was the first n**** wit＇ a Starter jacket on the block Used to build model cars and let the mutha****as hop Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin＇ rocks Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the **** 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 I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip This is life stop watchin＇ that ＂Boyz N The Hood＂ **** 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 **** 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 ****ed my first ***** Thought I was dreamin＇ ＇til I pinched her **** She caught a stray bullet ridin＇ shotgun in my **** So I got her name tatted in Ol＇ English （x4）
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Cotrell, Taylor [00:01.01]Artist：the game [00:02.02]Songs Title：ol＇ english [00:02.89]Ol＇ English （la-lala-la-la-la-la） [00:05.20]Ridin＇ by gettin＇ high [00:08.76]Smokin＇ on that chronic drinkin＇ Ol＇ English [00:22.76]Rags tied gangs signs Letters on my hat in [00:26.13]Ol＇ English （la-lala-la-la-la-la） [00:27.44]Drive by homicide [00:28.20]R.I.P. tats in Ol＇ English Westside ＇til I die [00:29.70]*****s pourin＇ out that Ol＇ English （la-lala-la-la-la-la） [00:31.01]Once upon a time in the projects yo [00:32.26]I watched my uncle Greg put D＇s on his six-fo＇ [00:36.71]I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain [00:37.14]Shopped crack and watched ＂Colors＂ and I soaked up game [00:40.45]Drove the Impala on his lap that was my role model [00:44.38]Used to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle [00:47.02]On the weekend him and my pops flashed the ＇Vette [00:49.76]＇Til one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death [00:51.70]He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain＇t like that [00:52.82]He was from Nutty Block they used to call him Maniac [00:58.33]Crazy ass n**** wit＇ a Black Panther tat [01:00.83]Kill a n**** cross him out on his Compton hat [01:02.14]Told me when I got older I would understand that [01:06.44]It＇s blood in blood out and ain＇t no turnin＇ back [01:11.45]Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks [01:14.21]13 that＇s when I had my first [01:17.57]I was the first n**** wit＇ a Starter jacket on the block [01:26.13]Used to build model cars and let the mutha****as hop [01:39.45]Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for sellin＇ rocks [01:41.53]Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles in the **** spot [01:56.36]Bought my first Converse thought I couldn＇t be stopped [01:58.61]When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Lott [02:01.11]Used to think that I was hard so I stole my brother＇s glock [02:04.55]And that＇s the day my life changed ＇cause that night he got shot [02:06.67]Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch [02:07.86]I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc [02:10.61]I was drinkin＇ 40-ounces a lot [02:16.17]And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day Eazy dropped [02:17.11]I start bangin＇ red laces in my adidas [02:19.93]Drinkin＇ out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by [02:23.74]I was a menace to society [02:27.49]But I never left fingerprints on my [02:29.86]I got a lot of dead homies some blood some crip [02:30.30]This is life stop watchin＇ that ＂Boyz N The Hood＂ **** [02:33.67]You see this red rag hangin＇ out of my jeans? [02:44.86]I went to twenty funerals by the age of ninteen [02:45.92]Then I went to college basketball was my dream [02:46.99]Quit the team ＇cause I rather shoot rock wit＇ the fiends [02:48.98]Wanted to be Freeway Rick [02:51.05]He showed me how to turn a stolen 5.0 into a brick [03:25.36]Bought a Cadillac thought I was rich bangin＇ DJ Quik [03:29.61]On Crenshaw got jacked for my **** [03:31.86]Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time [03:35.55]When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first clip [03:38.36]Hit my first switch same night ****ed my first ***** [03:41.93]Thought I was dreamin＇ ＇til I pinched her **** [03:44.67]She caught a stray bullet ridin＇ shotgun in my **** [03:47.29]So I got her name tatted in [03:50.06]Ol＇ English （x4）
