The Avenue

Bought a brand new car

Driving down the boulevard

Turn the corner

Like I wanna be chilin' hard

The screen is set

For me to get wet

Cause it wouldn't be right

If the ladies didn't sweat

Pull the seat back

To make contact

Eye to eye

You know I ain't living like that

I wear shades

I get paid

And when it comes to girls

And cops I can't get played

Fly girls that

Used to ignore me

I pull up

And let the car speak for me

(beep beep)

Enough said

Better hop in while the light's still red

Homeboys scatter

What's the matter

("Here come the cops")

Oh yeah that again

Rather than

Beating them down

I just talk to the men

They don't understand how I've got so much cash

Then I get mad and tell them to ask

Their daughter

I bet she bought a

Kool Moe Dee tape

For her recorder

We're not always

Thieves and thugs

And what law says

We gotta sell drugs

I get paid

And I'm making a killin'

But when I come home

I just like chillin'

On the

Avenue, a-avenue (4x)

Action

That's where the stars go

On the weekend

It's like a car show

Ladies flock to jock

Cars go by them

If I'm walking and talking

They ask what ya driving

When I peep that

Same old weak rap

Ask her her language

Tell her I don't speak that

Pull out a "G"

A car key and a Visa

Walk her to the car

Leave her there "see ya"