Married To The Ave

Lyrics

[Intro:] Ugh [Verse 1:] I graduated from yayo college (yayo college?) Ya get it, yayo college That's where I learn my knowledge On the hillside streets of Vallejo Where you get your pumpkin carved if ya snitch or tell An the popail they don't play (don't play) Pull ya ova 3 times in one day Make me get on one knee act like ya finna pray (finna pray) Beat ya ass and leave you in the alley way I limit your space, your space is narrow Come through with the rubber grip, big barrel Leave yo head hollow like a pocket Pull up on d side a dat ass an start dumpin Braah-braah-braah-braah! We can drop the straps an start thumping But that ain't what ya choose now dice dudes Rap an kill ya, cut ya down wit the rotatiller And put you in the dirt where it's moist Leave a mothafucka no choice but to Braah-braah-braah-braah! Bust back put him on his back [Chorus:] Quick, run fast hide yo dope! (Roooop!) damn here come d pope Throw it on d roof because he let d canines loose Toss it in d gutter so d rain will wash away d proof[x2] [Verse 2:] It's 18 zippers in a half a unit There's 36 z's in d hallway (in d hallway) There's 24 brews in a case a beer, there's 365 days in d year There's 28 days in d shortest month an if ya pack it right you can fit a 8 in a blunt They don't leave shells when they slaughter (when they slaughter), it's 6 shots in tha revolver Ma brawds neva get no sleep, L.I.P twenty holes deep (holes deep) People tune in when I speak (when I speak) Tha pharmaceuticals, ma playas play for keep Or should I say forget the valley jaws that i wrecked Magazine greed, hustla holdin down tha set Shootin down d ave in a all white now Dropping turf talk cause I'm married to the ave [Chorus] [Verse 3:] One foot in tha grave, ma other foot in the pen If ya plan on gettin paid betta have tough skin Got the AK the split to west end, just in case you gotta put down demonstration 45 second check a nigga, talkin dumb off d liquor Jus cause I'm d gangster den don't you think that I won't split you I'm a cranium an half if I take it to da max, jus like a lumber jack in d woods wit a axe Look at d rhymes dat I wrote, look at d style dat I poked Can't take me too serious, can't take me for a joke Nothing you can do but sit down an take notes And listen to da best kept secret on da coast Some talk about it but I really live d it ya'll Been doin d same thing since porky pig was a piglet ya'll I'm jus a playa having caash (caash) Cause I'm married to the ave [Chorus] [Outro:] Ugh! Check it out, yea Married to d ave (yea I'm married to d a-ave!) [x8]