Central Ave lyrics

by

The Game


[Intro]
Riding down motherf*ckin' Central Avenue
Riding down motherf*ckin' Central Avenue
Hoping the police don't gaffle you
I'm talking Central Avenue, Central Avenue, Central Avenue

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
I used to ride the back of the bus like Rosa Parks
Down the mainline shouting hood remarks
(Ayy, ayy, where you from, n*gga?)
"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 n*ggas 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, n*ggas lost and dazed, jeah

[Bridge]
Henny in my lap, I'm so loaded
Hit the gas, hit the gas, we no slowin'
Goal in mind, goal in mind, n*ggas find you, yeah
If they do, they will leave no evidence
Goal in mind, goal in mind, n*ggas find you, yeah
If they do, it go down on Central Ave, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: DJ Quik]
I try to inspire n*ggas, but I got pills in my trunk
These n*ggas 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...

[Outro]
Riding down motherf*ckin' Central Avenue
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