Lyrics:
have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all
get the fuck out
'Cause I know where the hoes be fienin'
Plus your fat ass got my six deuce leanin'
Bust a U on the avenue
Why oh why there
have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all
together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of
Groovin', down a crowded avenue
Doin' anything we like to do
There's always lots of things
don't know just what to really do
Just take a walk along the avenue;
You'll hear the sounds come a-floatin' through
Along about midnight.
They close
together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of
Groovin', down a crowded avenue
Doin' anything we like to do
There's always lots of things
There were people on the sidewalks
Strolling down the avenues
They were sitting outside in cafes
We were looking for the muse
Well I was locked
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of
Groovin', down a crowded avenue
Doin' anything we like to do
There's always lots of things that we can see
Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul
If he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole
While listening at night to an old radio
Where they
rights to be sundered
Thoughts made to be redundant
Fit to be just plundered
Is this the world we wonder
Intertwined, with legalized, we’re hypnotized by
Walking down 5th Avenue with money in my jeans
Turn to walk 48th Street where Manny's used to be
I see the lights of Time Square people side by side
(Vapors)
But this is the 98 version of that
Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art
Discovered evidence of this disease and documented it
Now the name
Little girl, tonight, baby don't feel blue
Look at those hearty out on the avenue
You're out there on your own
Spending all your time alone
So
still alone until I come home back to you
I remember all of the times we were parked by your house and laughed all on your avenue
Oh you can't front,
Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
She was pregenant by me once, glad she didn't have it
'Cause I be paying child
On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew, ladies work so hard
Such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God
Hail a gypsy cab, takes me
in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
Gettin' hit by typhoons, machine guillotines
Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams
I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs
Like you
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
Uh-huh, I'll see you later
They call me Taboo
Go on and on like Badu
No drive-by, just drive
On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew, ladies work so hard
Such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God
Hail a gypsy cab, takes me
of something big happening
And by the madder alleys
And the streets have ceased
And still the shadows haunt the avenue
The silence is deafening
Ever since
You thought I was rich
And I am but not how you think
I live in a Tudor house
Under the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach
When you call I take my
know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
(Sha bop sha bop)
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear
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
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