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  • Run Dmc »

    Run Dmc The Ave. текст песни

    The Ave.

    These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don’t man
    I’ll never joke about the coke that you’re smok-in
    Understand you’re fuckin up, fuckin up the block
    Got shot rocked and that’s just where the shit stops
    What’s the meaning of this? I must be dreaming
    Everybody’s ?? when I see men dealing
    for a rhyme or rope, or a dime of coke
    Sometimes I rhyme when I’m crying broke
    Many many many records broke laws, broke jaws
    A few months ago I had to «Pause»
    During that time, me and my man
    was chilling on the corner with a quart in our hands
    A beef broke out, at Soul Kitchen spot
    It was crazy Baby Pop, someone got shot
    I seen him drop — then came the cops
    Sayin, «Nobody run — everybody stop»
    I wanted to run, cause I was carryin my gun
    Darryl Mack packin mine, strapped with my nine
    Everyone on the wall, that’s what the cop said
    Everyone complied, except Bald Dread, he said,
    «Blood claat boi me nah hafa deal wit dat
    Yo I’m a superstar for de world dem call ‘im Darryl Mack»
    I turned around and said, «Word up cop!»
    He said, «D.M.C., take your ass down the block»
    If it happened to him, it could happen to you
    cause that’s what’s happenin on The Avenue
    when I.. «uhh, uhh uhh, uhh.. uhh..»
    «Na-na-na-na-na! The Ave.»

    Now on The Ave. (what?) people steal and they dealin away
    I got the feelin the illin will never ever pay
    Cause on the street, you’re never in the fast lane
    You go to jail or get a bullet in your brain
    People laugh and smile at a stick-up
    A young man in a rut, shakin a big cup
    People pass his ass and say, «Tough luck»
    To waste time for a dime is cold fucked up
    A loud shot in the air — not rare
    A brother fell to the ground, nobody cares
    You ask why, the baby cry, a man laugh
    Nobody give a damn, that’s how they livin on The Ave.
    … AUUUGH!

    Away from The Ave. they have what’s called the backstreets
    Another world of girls that crawl the backseats
    Systems that are kickin, sinkin many black beats
    (This and that goin on ?? street)
    I remember the time there was a jam in ??
    ??, the music, no ?? til after dark
    That’s when the shit starts happening
    (Brother from The Ave. this and that again)
    Body move in the back and a quarter in the jar
    Find the rules by the basketball court in the park
    And the ? by the bench where the 40 dogs spark
    The crowd crowds around like they found Noah’s Ark
    The young, hung, and swung on a swing
    Glidin and slidin and ride the ding-a-ling
    I didn’t see a kid by the see, so he saw
    (Near the monkey bars, funky cars we adore)
    I’m throwin fate to the gate ??
    (And my man from Japan got vicked for sure)
    Do me a favor when you roll with your crew
    You gotta check out, check out, The Avenue

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