Lyrics:
Where's that girl, the one you miss
Those ooh la la la girls in their skirts they go rushing by
They look around and give you that come on
With their
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
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
And leave the room when a nigga try to sleep with 'em
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild
on this road and we can't stop working
I'm from
The Avenue
Where I'll be walking by solo
Stop and chunk a deuce at a cholo
Yeah I'm from
The Avenue
Where
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
everybody want to tap something
Go get your own don't make me have to fucking clap something
I love my shorty more than life now ain't that something
To love
so wild and young
I saw you staring at me, when I was staring at you
Flowers falling on the avenue
Passing by on the street
Your eyes so savage
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
tears in their eyes
Neither one could speak
Hand in hand, room by room, oh it was everything
Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
Front porch with
tears in their eyes
Neither one could speak
Hand in hand, room by room, oh it was everything
Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
Front porch
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
Someone who stays high
High
Watching their life go by
By, by
Someone content with riding behind
Ride that
Nigga
They come in all colors
White,
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
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
The more time goes by, the more life happens
And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities
Plus we don't say how we feel, and I feel like this is what got
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
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
It's our paradise
Driving down Young Avenue
I need you in my life
The world got dark and I fell apart
Brought back home and went back to the start
Built
Driving down an avenue
Lost control now gone too soon
But the problem still remains
I've become acquaint with death
I'm surrounded by it's friends
life makes sense and I’ll become
Satisfied with all that I’ve done
It seems to me that destiny
Might just be my enemy
Tearing me apart
Not knowing where
"Life is always on the edge of death
Narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues
And a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming
(Verse 1)
Hey lady, watch your step, I'm a boss
In the game of life, I never take a loss
I'm a rider, moving through these streets
Where the danger
artists I get soul from) Yeah
(Still I move to the beat of my own drum) Music, you saved my life
(I'm an avenue and street away where Hov from) Oh
(Rest in
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