4Th Avenue Jones

4Th Avenue Jones - R.e.s.p.e.c.t. lyrics

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[Ahmad]

Ain't got a pit named Petey Snickareeno

Ain't got a house out in the hills right next to Chino

But I (what) think I got a flow meaner

Than any rap cat across the sea back to ol' Pasadena

Hittin' hard as Venus ask Serena

Can't wait 'til my mom can sport a beemer

I used to smoke too much weed with Martin Reamer

The homey told me chronic make your grass greener

But now I'm cleaner

Doin' six shows a week and be rockin' 'em all

Eyes on me like Times Square droppin' the ball

But y'all don't know me not out for paparazzi and all

I'm in it to win finish like a jockey and stall

Without the trophy before I had a plaque on the wall

I was a young fiend, rap was like a habit to call

Had a tall vision that's bigger than me sellin' tapes

Avenue will introduce you to God, music to elevate

Got sick and tired of seein' yellow tape

The ghetto's hard like when pushin' a bar that's full of metal weight

So I spread love and celebrate

Ain't gotta like us, you ain't gotta say nothin' to me, but never hate



[Chorus]

You don't have to say a word to me

But you will respect us certainly

You don't have to like the thing we do

Long as you respect 4th Avenue



[Ahmad]

Tena Jones what's up



[Tena J.]

While you bluff fakin' and actin'

Enough with the verbal attacks I got real skills to make it happen

Teena J. fresher than Frito Lay

You don't wanna see me k.o.

Cuss I do buss like your millimeter spray

Want apologies like I need to say

When I get wit y'all

So you should just withdrawal like B of A

We deliver like Catherine Zeta J.

So you sick sayin' you'll get with my clique

I like to see the day

This here ain't nothin' but a thang to me

Singin' heat with a bangin' beat

Comin' with something that you can't defeat

4th Ave and we playin' for keeps

Forget the critics what they say on the streets

Is all that matters

We tryin' to come up

Climbin' the ladder

It's more than just worse, I want it badder

That's why I'm steady puttin' in work, forget the chatter

Be havin' this song, me and the Avenue Jones, hot as Nevada



[Chorus]



[Jabu]

My teacher told me that my best bet

Was a dub on craps, so bet black on the roulette

Ironic ain't it, I'm bomb but without the chronic

Avenue 4th, we form like ionic bond

The homies know I never go slowly mashin'

Rip a mic and still pray to God same fashion

Life's another never-ending story, ask Sebastion

Wanna know about the music biz, don't know, pass man

I drop like, move smooth like spotlight

Follow, skipped amateur ripped Apollo

Hey now you're an emcee, get the show on, get paid

Too many days I sat, noticin' they tryin' to hold us back

We like the legend at the bottom, small but on the map

I bustin' third but still I ain't good to relay

I'm lookin' for Ram so he can teach me how to deejay

Like (hey) I'm only doin' what the spirit say

I know you fear it, but hear it in every lyric hey

So now, I've been nomadic since three

I voted Democrat and you don't gotta like me



[Chorus]
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