Top of the Ave

From the top of the Ave to the bottom of the blocc Shit I was a young nigga, Greg Street at 6 o'clocc Thinkin bout my Uncle Scott and shit I miss him a lot Grandma in the front yard, diggin in a flowerpot Full offa sandwiches, peanut butter and jelly Paw Paw pullin up in that big blue Chevy It was 2509 Kathleen Fordham and Overton, right in between Yo mama know my mama, yo auntie knew my uncles If u caught me doin somethin shit I knew I was in trouble Caprices comin down, square body no bubbles Hot in the summer, in the winter rain puddles U ain't gotta like it my nigga but I love it Favorite place in the world, can't put shit above it One of Pat's twins, everybody know my name Fatdaddy runnin round wit them long braids Comin of age I could never turn the page Missin them old days but in life things change Plenty passed on but the feelin is the same Learned a lotta lessons, no room to complain From the top of the ave to the bottom of the blocc From the top of the ave to the bottom of the blocc From the top of the ave to the bottom of the blocc From the top of the ave to the bottom of the blocc