Lyrics:
Yeah, ooh
(Van Gogh)
Yeah, yeah, shit
I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman
On Second Avenue, night life is second nature
Black jazz in numbers land
Affairs are all night long
The girl's
by but exchange knuckles
Where niggas go to floss jealousy in between a couple
Cats that I recycled conversations with they forget the
Knowledge
that I recycled conversations with they forget
The knowledge that could replace of which the choices nigga's chose in life
I tried to change them cents
used to drink together down on Avenue be
One gray dawn he confessed to me
"Love's the only thing that makes the world go round
And I'm never
waiving at the haters
Water by the vase
Hotel rooms catered
Three piece so fly everything tailored
Samples likes Costco
I just need a flavor
Drama like
come from the streets, come from a drive
Still gonna ride down to the avenue
You never talk to me, act like I'm mad at you
Nah, I'm too passive to ever
like that
I'm from the jungle, brother, and I got it like that
Yo, my life got me running through a maze like a white rat
I need a shot at ramming
like that
I'm from the jungle, brother, and I got it like that
Yo, my life got me running through a maze like a white rat
I need a shot at ramming
nice eyes
This life it's a vibe, alright
Come on over spend the, night
Aloha, Ba-by
This life is so, cra-zy
Islands, amazi-ng
Hawai-i-i-i-
Aloha, Ba-by
birthed me, all I write in this song
Sonny Hustle Gang, got us hyper
Mike introduced me to the gang that changed my life up
Lil Roddy, Man Man, Dion, we
A babbitt met a bromide on the avenue one day,
And held a conversation in their own peculiar way;
They both were solid citizens, they both had
I've been walking through this avenue
Thinking way too much about nothing new
I've passed by a thousand times
Just like you pass by through my mind
When the rain falls on Washington Avenue,
We would close our eyes and hold our breath,
That's when I met you, so many years ago,
Yes, I fell in
the good life's supposed to be
So give it up because it didn't come by luck
'Cause I could give a shit [Incomprehensible]
Gimme that bomb, gimme that
of these things that you love
Are the same things I hate
A simple life, I chose this
You made me trade my violets for roses
You tried to take all
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
money but
You stuck on these fake bitches
I stay blunted and never frontеd and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Bеat up by fucking crew
A real
to survive
all the dirty things that I did in my life
I can walk by I can try to crawl by I can run
but I cannot hide from my piece of mind
I hit him clean in
your mentality
The limits in life are the ones you set on yourself
You gotta realize you're the biggest obstacle
Don't blame anyone else
Know your
little brother got shot reppin' his avenue
It's time for us to stop and redefine black power
Forty one souls murdered in fifty hours
The paper read
situation I ain't taking no demands
This is my life unload up on the world like it's a drive by
Circle back to finish it light it up like a floodlight
trust it, you round here talkin strategic, That
I don't believe it, you nigga really some breathers
I
Walk on the avenue, rainier formed the attitude
thought
What the fuck am I doing with my life?
And in the August everything fell apart
Strife by strife
In September it all ended in tears
In October
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