Текст песни Run-D.M.C. - The Ave.
Run-D.M.C. - The Ave. слова песни
[D.M.C.]These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don`t manI`ll never joke about the coke that you`re smok-inUnderstand you`re fuckin up, fuckin up the blockGot shot rocked and that`s just where the shit stops..What`s the meaning of this? I must be dreamingEverybody`s ?? when I see men dealingfor a rhyme or rope, or a dime of cokeSometimes I rhyme when I`m crying brokeMany many many records broke laws, broke jawsA few months ago I had to "Pause"During that time, me and my manwas chilling on the corner with a quart in our handsA beef broke out, at Soul Kitchen spotIt was crazy Baby Pop, someone got shotI seen him drop - then came the copsSayin, "Nobody run - everybody stop"I wanted to run, cause I was carryin my gunDarryl Mack packin mine, strapped with my nineEveryone on the wall, that`s what the cop saidEveryone complied, except Bald Dread, he said,"Blood claat boi me nah hafa deal wit datYo I`m a superstar for de world dem call `im Darryl Mack"I turned around and said, "Word up cop!"He said, "D.M.C., take your ass down the block"If it happened to him, it could happen to youcause that`s what`s happenin on The Avenuewhen I.. "uhh, uhh uhh, uhh.. uhh.." "Na-na-na-na-na! The Ave."[Run]Now on The Ave. (what?) people steal and they dealin awayI got the feelin the illin will never ever payCause on the street, you`re never in the fast laneYou go to jail or get a bullet in your brainPeople laugh and smile at a stick-upA young man in a rut, shakin a big cupPeople pass his ass and say, "Tough luck"To waste time for a dime is cold fucked upA loud shot in the air - not rareA brother fell to the ground, nobody caresYou ask why, the baby cry, a man laughNobody give a damn, that`s how they livin on The Ave.... AUUUGH![D.M.C.]Away from The Ave. they have what`s called the backstreetsAnother world of girls that crawl the backseatsSystems that are kickin, sinkin many black beats(This and that goin on ??? street)I remember the time there was a jam in ?????, the music, no ?? til after darkThat`s when the shit starts happening(Brother from The Ave. this and that again)Body move in the back and a quarter in the jarFind the rules by the basketball court in the parkAnd the ? by the bench where the 40 dogs sparkThe crowd crowds around like they found Noah`s ArkThe young, hung, and swung on a swingGlidin and slidin and ride the ding-a-lingI didn`t see a kid by the see, so he saw(Near the monkey bars, funky cars we adore)I`m throwin fate to the gate ?? ??(And my man from Japan got vicked for sure)Do me a favor when you roll with your crewYou gotta check out, check out, The Avenue