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Dre Dog - "The Ave"
I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get beat
Bleedin all out they head in the middle of the street
Shit ball fights would go on in the park
Its like damn pirate niggas come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material shit
On the side gold diggin for some part time dick
O.G. niggas turn into alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I cant call it"
Little kids run around wit a nose full of buggers
Well my niggas on the block sell that rocked up shit
Touchin they gat everytime a fool pass
Quick to put slugs up in a niggas ass
We say fuck school, we say fuck grades
We rather get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave.
I see some niggas that I used to go to school with
They look at me like my face is full of bear shit
They dont even say whats up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
But Im thinkin to myself I aint fearin ya
I remember back when ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but those days are rested
I grab a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin
To the store for some zig-zags
Every store on my corner is owned by an Araib
But like a bucket I say fuck it Im drivin
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin
Cuz some niggas dont like me, but I dont care
They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me
Yo, but I dont want to bruise ya
I rather take you on tour wit me nigga then lose ya
Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the dice game and then... jet
Them police wanna find me
Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji
And I dont care about jail hoe
I just lift weights let my hair and my nails grow
Beat up on the fags, I did a calendar
Now Im even sicker on the Ave.
Us niggas on the block, got on income breakin boulders down to rocks
But we were all born to be dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when niggas get shot in the head
But a helmet wont work though
Ya get a nine in your ass and watch your dick blow up
Cuz real niggas just multiply
But now days real niggas just die
Put a bullet in a niggas ass laugh then jet
Real niggas smoke buddha hoe
Triple cross a muthafucka then giggle at his funeral
I snort caine with the hard heads
Outta when I sale to make mail from the damn feds
Now Im about to get high
Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ides
Dre Dog creeps solo
Me be wit hella muthafuckas ah hell no
Cuz I dont worry bout shit
Im a pit and pitbulls aint to be fucked wit
So Im back on the block, snortin caine doin thangs
Well them young locs just jock
And white folks cant pass
Give up your cash and your bags or getcha ass nabbed on the Ave
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