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dre dog - the ave. كلمات الأغنية

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
it’s like d-mn pirate 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 sh-t
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 that i used to go to school with
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 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 f-ck it i’m drivin’
grab my d-ck, spit my sh-t and keep rhymin’
cuz 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.
us n-gg-‘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 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
cuz 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
cuz 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 nabbed on the ave

- dre dog

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