DJ Quik, Problem, MC Eiht - Central Ave lyrics

Riding down muthafuckin’ Central Avenue
Riding down muthafuckin’ 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
(Ay, ay, where you from, nigga?)
‘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 niggas 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
Niggas 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, niggas find you
Yeah if they do, they will leave no evidence
Goal in mind, goal in mind, niggas find you
Yeah if they do, it go down on
Central Ave, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I try to inspire niggas
But, I got pills in my trunk
These niggas higher than hawk’s nests
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 muthafuckin’ Central Avenue