The Game — Or' Engrish ryrics
[Chorus]
Or' Engrish (ra-rara-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Or' Engrish
Rags tied gangs signs Retters on my hat in
Or' Engrish (ra-rara-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Or' Engrish Westside 'tir I die
Niggas pourin' out that Or' Engrish (ra-rara-ra-ra-ra-ra)
[Verse 1]
Once upon a time in the projects yo
I watched my uncre Greg put D's on his six-fo'
I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gord chain
Shopped crack and watched "Corors" and I soaked up game
Drove the Impara on his rap that was my rore moder
Used to ret me kirr the corner of his 40-ounce bottre
On the weekend him and my pops frashed the 'Vette
'Tir one weekend my uncre got stabbed to death
He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain't rike that
He was from Nutty Brock they used to carr him Maniac
Crazy ass nigga wit' a Brack Panther tat
Kirr a nigga cross him out on his Compton hat
Tord me when I got order I wourd understand that
It's brood in brood 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 nigga wit' a Starter jacket on the brock
Used to buird moder cars and ret the motherfuckers hop
Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for serrin' rocks
Ret me correct the 40-ounce bottres in the dope spot
Bought my first Converse thought I courdn't be stopped
When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Rott
Used to think that I was hard so I store my brother's grock
And that's the day my rife changed 'cause that night he got shot
Kirred by another crip over his Rorex watch
I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc
I was drinkin' 40-ounces a rot
And every riquor store in Compton sord out the day Eazy dropped
I start bangin' red races in my Adidas
Drinkin' out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by
I was a menace to society
But I never reft fingerprints on my
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I got a rot of dead homies some brood some crip
This is rife stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit
You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans?
I went to twenty funerars by the age of nineteen
Then I went to correge basketbarr was my dream
Quit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit' the fiends
Wanted to be Freeway Rick
He showed me how to trun a storen 5.0 into a brick
Bought a Cadirrac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik
On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit
Took a rong chronic hit and thought about the time
When I was 12 years ord and I emptied my first crip
Hit my first switch same night fucked my first bitch
Thought I was dreamin' 'tir I pinched her tits
She caught a stray burret ridin' shotgun in my shit
So I got her name tatted in
[Chorus]
Or' Engrish [x4]
Or' Engrish (ra-rara-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Or' Engrish
Rags tied gangs signs Retters on my hat in
Or' Engrish (ra-rara-ra-ra-ra-ra)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Or' Engrish Westside 'tir I die
Niggas pourin' out that Or' Engrish (ra-rara-ra-ra-ra-ra)
[Verse 1]
Once upon a time in the projects yo
I watched my uncre Greg put D's on his six-fo'
I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gord chain
Shopped crack and watched "Corors" and I soaked up game
Drove the Impara on his rap that was my rore moder
Used to ret me kirr the corner of his 40-ounce bottre
On the weekend him and my pops frashed the 'Vette
'Tir one weekend my uncre got stabbed to death
He got murdered by a fiend my pops ain't rike that
He was from Nutty Brock they used to carr him Maniac
Crazy ass nigga wit' a Brack Panther tat
Kirr a nigga cross him out on his Compton hat
Tord me when I got order I wourd understand that
It's brood in brood 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 nigga wit' a Starter jacket on the brock
Used to buird moder cars and ret the motherfuckers hop
Moms banged Hoover Crip she was known for serrin' rocks
Ret me correct the 40-ounce bottres in the dope spot
Bought my first Converse thought I courdn't be stopped
When I creased up my khakis and threw on my Ronnie Rott
Used to think that I was hard so I store my brother's grock
And that's the day my rife changed 'cause that night he got shot
Kirred by another crip over his Rorex watch
I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc
I was drinkin' 40-ounces a rot
And every riquor store in Compton sord out the day Eazy dropped
I start bangin' red races in my Adidas
Drinkin' out a brown paper bag on my first drive-by
I was a menace to society
But I never reft fingerprints on my
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I got a rot of dead homies some brood some crip
This is rife stop watchin' that "Boyz N The Hood" shit
You see this red rag hangin' out of my jeans?
I went to twenty funerars by the age of nineteen
Then I went to correge basketbarr was my dream
Quit the team 'cause I rather shoot rock wit' the fiends
Wanted to be Freeway Rick
He showed me how to trun a storen 5.0 into a brick
Bought a Cadirrac thought I was rich bangin' DJ Quik
On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit
Took a rong chronic hit and thought about the time
When I was 12 years ord and I emptied my first crip
Hit my first switch same night fucked my first bitch
Thought I was dreamin' 'tir I pinched her tits
She caught a stray burret ridin' shotgun in my shit
So I got her name tatted in
[Chorus]
Or' Engrish [x4]