Ol’ English (Polish Translation)

[Chorus: Dion] Ol' English Ridin' by, gettin' high Smokin' on that chronic, drinkin' Ol' English Rags tied, gang sign Letters on my hat and, Ol' English Drive-by, homicide R.I.P. tats and Ol' English Westside 'til I die Niggas pourin' out that, Ol' English [Verse 1: Game] Once upon a time in the projects, yo I watched my Uncle Greg put Ds 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 kill 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 death He got murdered by a fiend, my pops ain't like that He was from Nutty Blocc, they used to call him Maniac Crazy 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 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) [Chorus: Dion] [Verse 2: Game] I was the first nigga with a Starter jacket on the block Used to build model cars and make them motherfuckers 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 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) [Chorus: Dion] [Verse 3: Game] 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' 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 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 (Old English) [Chorus: Dion]