Married To The Ave

I graduated from, yayo college

Ya get it? Yayo college

That's where I learned my knowledge

On the hillside streets of Vallejo

Where ya get the pumpkin carved if ya snitch or tell

And uh, po-pal, they don't play

Pull ya over, three times in one day

Make ya get on yo' knees, act like ya fin' to pray

Beat yo' ass and leave ya in a alleyway

I'll limit ya space, ya space is narrow

Come through with the rubber grip dick barrel

Leave yo' head hollow like a pumpkin

Pull up on the side of that ass and start dumpin

Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!

We can drop the straps and start thumpin

But that ain't what you choose now dice dudes

Rather kill ya, plow ya down with the rototiller

And put you in the dirt where it's moist

Leave a motherfucker no choice but to

Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!

Bust back, put him on his back

Quick, run fast, hide yo' dope

Woooooop! Damn, here come them folks

Throw it on the roof before they let the K-9's loose

Toss it in the gutter so the rain'll wash away the proof

Quick, run fast, hide yo' dope

Woooooop! Damn, here come them folks

Throw it on the roof before they let the K-9's loose

Toss it in the gutter so the rain'll wash away the proof

(Married to the ave)

It's 18 zippers and a half a unit

It's 36 Z's in a whole one

It's 24 brews and a case of beer

It's 365 days in a year

It's 28 days in the shortest month

And if you pack it right you can fit an 8th in a blunt

They don't leave shells when they slaughter

It's six shots in a revolver

My broads never get no sleep

LRP's, 20 hoes deep

Uhh, people tune in when I speak

The pharmaceutical, my players play for keeps

Or should I say for kept, the Valley Jo' is what I rep

Magazine street hustler holdin down the set

Shootin down the ave in a all-white Nav'

Bumpin "Turf Talk" cause I'm married to the ave

I got one foot in the grave, my other foot in the pen

If you plan on gettin paid, better have tough skin

A sack of HK's, or a Smith N Wesson

Just in case you gotta put down a demonstration

45 Second check a nigga, talkin down, off the liquor

Just cause I'm the game spitter don't you think that I won't split ya

Cranium in half, pimp I take it to the max

Just like a lumberjack in the woods with a axe

Look at my rhymes that I wrote, look at the styles that I poke

Can't take me too serious, can't take me for a joke

Best thing you can do is sit back and take notes

And listen to the best kept secret on the coast

Some talk about it but I really lived it y'all

Been doin this here thing since Porky Pig was a piglet y'all

I'm just a player havin cash

Cause I'm married to the ave

E-40 (E-40) + (Sample)

Married to the ave

(Yeah I'm married to the ave)

Married to the ave

(And I'm married to the ave)

Married to the ave

(Yeah I'm married to the ave)

Married to the ave

(And I'm married to the ave)

Married to the ave

(Married to the ave)

Married to the ave

(Yeah I'm married to the ave)

Married to the ave

(Yeah I'm married to the ave playa)

Married to the ave

(And I'm married to the ave)

Auch! Auch! Auch!