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Dre Dog - The Ave lyrics
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 It's like damn pirate nigga's come out in the dark Freaks sell dope for material shit On the side gold diggin' for some part time dick O.G. nigga's turn into alcoholics What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it" Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers Well my nigga's on the block sell that rocked up shit Touchin' they gat everytime a fool pass Quick to put slugs up in a nigga's ass We say fuck school, we say fuck grades We rather get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave. I see some nigga's that I used to go to school with They look at me like my face is full of bear shit They don't even say whats up to a young loc Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't 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 I'm drivin' Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin' Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me Yo, but I don't 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 don't 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 I'm even sicker on the Ave. Us nigga's 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 nigga's get shot in the head But a helmet won't work though Ya get a nine in your ass and watch your dick blow up Cuz real niggas just multiply But now days real nigga's just die Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh then jet Real nigga's 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 I'm about to get high Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ide's Dre Dog creeps solo Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah hell no Cuz I don't worry bout' shit I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be fucked wit' So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs Well them young locs just jock And white folks can't pass Give up your cash and your bags or getcha ass nabbed on the Ave |
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