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dre dog andre nickatina - 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
sh-t, ball fights would go on in the park
and like vampires n-gg-s come out in the dark
freaks sell dope for material sh-t
on the side gold-diggin’ for some part-time d-ck
o.g. n-gg-‘s turn into alcoholics
what you think about it fool “n-gg- i can’t call it”
little kids run around wit’ a nose full of b-gg-rs
well my n-gg-‘s on the block sell that rocked up sugar
touchin’ they gat everytime a fool p-ss
quick to put slugs up in a n-gg-‘s -ss
we say f-ck school, we say f-ck grades
we rather get paid and snort cocaine on the ave.

i see some n-gg-s i used to go to school with
(back at gal)
they look at me like my face is full of bear sh-t
they don’t even say what’s 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-ck it i’m drivin’
grab my d-ck, spit my sh-t and keep rhymin’
’cause some n-gg-‘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 n-gg- 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 f-gs, i did a calendar
now i’m even sicker on the ave.

some n-gg-s say they sucka free
now why the f-ck you motherf-ckers keep f-cking with me
i love p-ssy like a motherf-cker
but i’ll be d-mned if a fool get me sprung like a clucker
i’m not a motherf-ckin animal
you want your p-ssy ate baby
find a n-gg- that’s a cannibal (lick lick lick)
and he’ll eat your -ss 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 n-gg- wouldn’t eat
so baby don’t act dumb
you got your mommy and your daddy
and a n-gg- for an income

and my n-gg-s 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 n-gg-‘s get shot in the head
but a helmet won’t work though
ya get a nine in your -ss and watch your d-ck blow up
’cause real n-gg-s just multiply
but now days real n-gg-‘s just die
put a bullet in a n-gg-‘s -ss laugh then jet
real n-gg-‘s smoke buddha hoe
triple cross a m-th-f-cka then giggle at his funeral
i snort caine with the hard heads
outta when i sale to make mail from the d-mn 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’ h-lla m-th-f-ckas ah h-ll no
’cause i don’t worry bout’ sh-t
i’m a pit and pitbulls ain’t to be f-cked wit’
so i’m back on the block, snortin’ caine doin’ thangs
well them young locs just jock
and white folks can’t p-ss
give up your cash and your bags
or getcha -ss stabbed on the ave

- dre dog andre nickatina lyrics

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