DJ Quik
Central Ave
[Intro]
Riding down motherfuckin' Central Avenue
Riding down motherfuckin' 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***a?)
"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***as 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***as 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***as find you, yeah
If they do, they will leave no evidence
Goal in mind, goal in mind, n***as 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***as, but I got pills in my trunk
These n***as 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 motherfuckin' Central Avenue