E-40, Park Ave. - Magazine Street lyrics
[E-40, Park Ave. - Magazine Street lyrics]
Life on Magazine Street oh yeah
I was the oldest brother of four
Doing whatever I had to do to survive
I'm not sayin' what I did was alright
Tryin' to break outta the ghetto
Was a day-to day fight been down so long
Gettin' up didn't cross my mind
I knew there was a better way of life
And I was just tryin' to find
You don't know what you'll do
Until you're put under pressure
Across Magazine Street was a hell of a tester
It's mainey in the slums
Killers, hookers, and bums
Sleepin' in the parks
Homeless people pushin' they shoppin' carts
She used to be thick, but now she sucked up
On that glass dick, lost her butt
Home invasions and robbers
Master Lock kick doe stoppers
Dice game crackin', burpin'
Rivals slide through, get to squirtin'
Bust back, get off
Protect yourself at all costs
Here come the po-po, the cherries, they swarm
Be quiet, it's body cameras on they uniforms
And I ain't tryin' to go back, I'm reformed
Got Jesus Christ tatted on my arm
If you ain't got haters
You ain't doin' enough
My people be jealous, they hella envious
Mayhem and drama it's sick out here
Teenagers'll jump your mama
Sucka shit to the fullest, by far
They'll record you and
Holler out: "WORLDSTAR!"
And I don't like that shit one bit
Karma'll come back and bite you like a tick
We use dope fiend matches if
We ain't got a lighter
Burned down woods like a forest fire
Up the street, down the street, they war
(Over what?) Over a girl
Feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys
Grew up with each other, used to be boys
And ain't no OGs around to diffuse the noise
We need a reputable youngster out
Here with a voice
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that's weak
(Woman that's weak)
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Might not survive if you're weak
(Might not survive if you're weak) oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
I'm gettin' game from my OGs oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Pushin' keys and sellin' that weed
(Sellin' that weed) magazine Street
Down Magazine, Magazine
Tire marks on the pavement
Row houses, covered windows, no landscaping
Speed bumps mufflers might get some lumps
Apple cider vinegar and a Bayer aspirin
Old people out-livin' us, they lastin'
Youngsters gettin' killed, they blastin'
We 'bout to be extinct, they laughin'
For hella long her and her daddy didn't speak
'Cause when you get your tongue pierced
They gon' think that you a freak
Back in the day
Somethin' like that'll get your ass beat
Don't believe in abortions
So the babies they keep
My potna face fell, he hecka godly
But he think too much, got Bell's Palsy
You can take us out the hood
But not the urban in us
All kind of financial turbulence
Checkin' his traps, countin' his stacks
Brown paper bag, tax-free scratch
Slidin' through the slums with
The blap on slap
Magazine Street bumpin' Bobby Womack
Look at them people, they think I sell raw
(Who is them people?) The po-pos, y'all
The long arm of the law, the racket busters
They see the gold chain
And the diamond clusters
Ridin' with my heat, I got it on my seat
Don't wanna go under the jail
Don't wanna go up under them sheets
I don't need no iron, I'm already creased
I'll squeeze my iron on the enemies
He love her and she love him
Arguin' in the street at 4 AM
Funkin' always fun 'til somebody die
When we gon' get tired of seeing mamas cry?
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that's weak
(Woman that's weak)
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Might not survive if you're weak
(Might not survive if you're weak) oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
I'm gettin' game from my OGs oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Never know just who you might meet
(Sellin' that weed) oh, Magazine Street
Down Magazine, Magazine, oh yeah
I was the oldest brother of four
Doing whatever I had to do to survive
I'm not sayin' what I did was alright
Tryin' to break outta the ghetto
Was a day-to day fight been down so long
Gettin' up didn't cross my mind
I knew there was a better way of life
And I was just tryin' to find
You don't know what you'll do
Until you're put under pressure
Across Magazine Street was a hell of a tester
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that's weak
(Woman that's weak, oh)
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Might not survive if you're weak
(Might not survive if you're weak) oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
I'm gettin' game from my OGs oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Oh, yeah)
Never know just who you might meet
(Who you might meet) oh, Magazine Street
Down Magazine, Magazine, ah yeah, yeah
I was the oldest brother of four
Doing whatever I had to do to survive
I'm not sayin' what I did was alright
Tryin' to break outta the ghetto
Was a day-to day fight been down so long
Gettin' up didn't cross my mind
I knew there was a better way of life
And I was just tryin' to find
You don't know what you'll do
Until you're put under pressure
Across Magazine Street was a hell of a tester
It's mainey in the slums
Killers, hookers, and bums
Sleepin' in the parks
Homeless people pushin' they shoppin' carts
She used to be thick, but now she sucked up
On that glass dick, lost her butt
Home invasions and robbers
Master Lock kick doe stoppers
Dice game crackin', burpin'
Rivals slide through, get to squirtin'
Bust back, get off
Protect yourself at all costs
Here come the po-po, the cherries, they swarm
Be quiet, it's body cameras on they uniforms
And I ain't tryin' to go back, I'm reformed
Got Jesus Christ tatted on my arm
If you ain't got haters
You ain't doin' enough
My people be jealous, they hella envious
Mayhem and drama it's sick out here
Teenagers'll jump your mama
Sucka shit to the fullest, by far
They'll record you and
Holler out: "WORLDSTAR!"
And I don't like that shit one bit
Karma'll come back and bite you like a tick
We use dope fiend matches if
We ain't got a lighter
Burned down woods like a forest fire
Up the street, down the street, they war
(Over what?) Over a girl
Feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys
Grew up with each other, used to be boys
And ain't no OGs around to diffuse the noise
We need a reputable youngster out
Here with a voice
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that's weak
(Woman that's weak)
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Might not survive if you're weak
(Might not survive if you're weak) oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
I'm gettin' game from my OGs oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Pushin' keys and sellin' that weed
(Sellin' that weed) magazine Street
Down Magazine, Magazine
Tire marks on the pavement
Row houses, covered windows, no landscaping
Speed bumps mufflers might get some lumps
Apple cider vinegar and a Bayer aspirin
Old people out-livin' us, they lastin'
Youngsters gettin' killed, they blastin'
We 'bout to be extinct, they laughin'
For hella long her and her daddy didn't speak
'Cause when you get your tongue pierced
They gon' think that you a freak
Back in the day
Somethin' like that'll get your ass beat
Don't believe in abortions
So the babies they keep
My potna face fell, he hecka godly
But he think too much, got Bell's Palsy
You can take us out the hood
But not the urban in us
All kind of financial turbulence
Checkin' his traps, countin' his stacks
Brown paper bag, tax-free scratch
Slidin' through the slums with
The blap on slap
Magazine Street bumpin' Bobby Womack
Look at them people, they think I sell raw
(Who is them people?) The po-pos, y'all
The long arm of the law, the racket busters
They see the gold chain
And the diamond clusters
Ridin' with my heat, I got it on my seat
Don't wanna go under the jail
Don't wanna go up under them sheets
I don't need no iron, I'm already creased
I'll squeeze my iron on the enemies
He love her and she love him
Arguin' in the street at 4 AM
Funkin' always fun 'til somebody die
When we gon' get tired of seeing mamas cry?
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that's weak
(Woman that's weak)
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Might not survive if you're weak
(Might not survive if you're weak) oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
I'm gettin' game from my OGs oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Never know just who you might meet
(Sellin' that weed) oh, Magazine Street
Down Magazine, Magazine, oh yeah
I was the oldest brother of four
Doing whatever I had to do to survive
I'm not sayin' what I did was alright
Tryin' to break outta the ghetto
Was a day-to day fight been down so long
Gettin' up didn't cross my mind
I knew there was a better way of life
And I was just tryin' to find
You don't know what you'll do
Until you're put under pressure
Across Magazine Street was a hell of a tester
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Pimps tryin' to catch a woman that's weak
(Woman that's weak, oh)
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Magazine Street)
Might not survive if you're weak
(Might not survive if you're weak) oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
I'm gettin' game from my OGs oh, ah
Thirteen hundred block Magazine Street
(Oh, yeah)
Never know just who you might meet
(Who you might meet) oh, Magazine Street
Down Magazine, Magazine, ah yeah, yeah