Lyrics:
Once again, another Trax Productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when you ain't
a star, give me rounds of applause, you know I can perform
Lights, lights
On
Lights on
Make you come fast like a '98 sports car
Blink twice, it's
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
'Cause false moves get your whole face smothered like soul food
Right by the waist I got the Pro Tool, it's simply logic
Produce this hard dick in
lay right on the floor
But when I see over the avenues and when I know what I know
Just like the sleep when all our days are new
Below, singing asleep,
Wall Street Jack built
If you've got a little time to spare
I want to take you there
Come and meet those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you
for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some
Strette como e` tutta bella a passeggiare
Sotto il cielo di Roma.
Down each avenue or via, street or strata
You can see 'em disappearing two by two
Baby's gone shopping
By: jimmy buffett
1988
There are ten pictures of marilyn monroe in my studio
and I always fantasize while I'm singing about
some booze
Saw a fatty comin my way, so what was I to do?
I busted a U, went tha other way again
but forgot that tha Avenue was a dead end
I turned
selling my mixtape out
Of my mutherfucking BMW out
On Jamaica mutherfucking Avenue to
Amadu and Hussaine and
These niggas fuck you niggas! You
Niggas don't
will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Hear it for New York, New York, New York
On the avenue, there ain't never a curfew, ladies
So it goes, history shows
Deserts must expand
Camels sail like wooden ships
Like women on the strand
There's a sand on second avenue
purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffel
I got cash in the freezer
We don't clash in the huddle
With my dough high smoke dope
Lean, work, bust
it up, fumes got her tearing up
'79 Malibu, mash down the avenue
If them niggas really wanna race, bring the bag through
Came through in the space
for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some
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
to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs
I see you every day
Walking down the avenue
I'd like to get to know you
But all I do is smile at you
Oh, baby
When it comes to talking
My
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
together
There ain't a place I'd rather be instead of
Groovin', have mercy on a crowded avenue
Don't you know that we're doing, ah baby
Anything we'd
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
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