Текст песни Dre Dog - The Ave
Dre Dog - The Ave слова песни
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