Lyrics:
The avenue twenty seventh avenue
The avenue twenty seventh avenue
Yea I was working at the courtyard marriott
Out in boca raton florida
My wife was
South Side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle
A kid got stuck for a buck under the trussle
Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart
Avenue
PTOWN boy
Pitakwa, to be specific
South south boy, nigga
I collide with your crew
Anyday, Anytime, Nigga
Sad Avenue
Where I come from
Jubo Jubogha
in South Philly
And on, et cetera
Check it out, check it out
Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
So when we begin to assassinate your cast
Street
or Silk Lane in South Philly
And on, et cetera
Check it out, check it out
[Chorus: The Roots]
Here on this agenda, there is no pretenders
So
on down
Come on now, meet me on South Street
The hippest street in town
(Well you take) West Street, East Street, North Avenue
('Cause I know) South
on down
Come on now, meet me on South Street
The hippest street in town
(Well you take) West Street, East Street, North Avenue
('Cause I know) South
peep into our secret avenue
only we had the keys
it's up to you
can make me feel safe
can make me get through
we're complicated, honey
like
(Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I'm from the south, had a gold grill (Gold
the clowns
We come fast like a light and
We don’t fuck around
Forest! Gonna take it to the south
Forest! And no one takes us out
Forest! Made of gold is
come fast like a light
And we don’t fuck around!
Forest! Gonna take it to the south
Forest! And no one takes us out
Forest! Made of gold is the crown
We
Man in a wheelchair
Lobby of the forest
With freighters, hustlers, hard up millionaires
Mobsters, cops,
Whores, pimps, and Marxists
All human
Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
South Pole fighters
It's even brittle
They lock hands
To make a line
Perhaps dividing
Solid forest
Saw blades
Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south
Magnolias sway in the breeze
To the lonesome sound of a redbone hound
Howlin' at the moon and the trees
Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south
Magnolias sway in the breeze
To the lonesome sound of a Redbone Hound
Howlin' at the moon and the trees
Black folks can't never have no fun
These streets be crazy
(Walkin' down the avenue)
(From Hollywood to South Central)
These streets be crazy
(Long
To the South side! (Whiz One in the house!)
(To my man Showbiz in the house!)
You see I skip to my lou like Napoleon at Waterloo
My name is Diamond D, tell
Flatbush, Lenox and Want about the Eastside
The 40's, The 50's, The 90's, B's or C's High
Crown Heights, Franklin Avenue, Lo Lifes and Folks
This is a middle village metropolitan avenue bound
J local train via the M line
The next stop is Forest Avenue
Stand clear of the closing doors,
came true
302 South Maple Avenue
Second mortgage, two kids later
They were still goin' strong
They came through all kinds of changes
And did some addin'
dreams came true
302 South Maple Avenue
Second mortgage, two kids later
They were still goin' strong
They came through all kinds of changes
And did
Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south
Magnolias sway in the breeze
To the lonesome sound of a Red Boned Hound,
Howlin' at the moon
Then we Hit the Floor
Come from that avenue
And then we Skieing On Em' (Eastside!)
Baltimoooooooore
Baltimoooooooore (Down South!)
Baltimoooooooore
the hall, pictures of family
My brother Dave is on display for all the world to see
Now he's gone
He moved on
We live on South Hampton Avenue
I've got
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