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
And like vampires niggas come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material shit
On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time d**k
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 sugar
Touchin' they gat everytime a fool pa*s
Quick to put slugs up in a nigga's a*s
We say f**k school, we say f**k grades
We rather get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave.

I see some niggas I used to go to school with
(Back at Gal)
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 get 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 Arab
But like a bucket I say f**k it I'm drivin'
Grab my d**k, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
'cause 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.

Some niggas say they s*cka free
Now why the f**k you motherf**kers keep f**king with me
I love pus*y like a motherf**ker
But I'll be damned if a fool get me sprung like a clucker
I'm not a motherf**kin animal
You want your pus*y ate baby
find a nigga that's a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And he'll eat your a*s up
And while he eatin you I'm on the set making big bucks
'cause there's money out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I didn't have the streets
then the Dog nigga wouldn't eat
So baby dont act dumb
You got your mommy and your daddy
and a nigga for an income

And my niggas on the block, got one income
that's from 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 a*s and watch your d**k blow up
'cause real niggas just multiply
But now days real nigga's just die
Put a bullet in a nigga's a*s laugh then jet
Real nigga's smoke buddha hoe
Triple cross a muthaf**ka 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 muthaf**kas ah hell no
'cause I don't worry bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be f**ked wit'
So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs
Well them young locs just jock
And white folks can't pa*s
Give up your cash and your bags
or getcha a*s stabbed on the Ave