Central Ave (feat. MC Eight)

Riding down motherfuckin' Central Avenue

Riding down motherfuckin' Central Avenue

Hoping the police don't gaffle you

I'm talking Central Avenue, Central Avenue, Central Avenue

I used to ride the back of the bus like Rosa Parks

Down the mainline shouting hood remarks

(Ayy, ayy, where you from, ****?)

"Where you from, homeboy? Compton on mine"

Get 'em up one time, gafflin' fine

Deuce-deuce in the stash, that's how BGs smash

Eight **** on the block all hustle for cash

If I die tonight, hope I go out dumpin'

You only live once, I ain't dying for nothin'

That's the streets nowadays, young guns and strays

Another sip on the cup, **** lost and dazed, jeah

Henny in my lap, I'm so loaded

Hit the gas, hit the gas, we no slowin'

Goal in mind, goal in mind, **** find you, yeah

If they do, they will leave no evidence

Goal in mind, goal in mind, **** find you, yeah

If they do, it go down on Central Ave, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I try to inspire ****, but I got pills in my trunk

These **** higher than hawks' nuts

They get low when the dump

I pay my bill on Santa Fe, yo, that's Pacific Bell hustle

Even before AT&T, we shoebox money, short muzzle

If you know Barclay and Alondra, then that's MC Eiht

And you know Spruce and Aranbe, yo, that's that Quik and we great

Now...

Riding down motherfuckin' Central Avenue