[Intro:]

Ugh

[Verse 1:]

I graduated from yayo college (yayo college?)

Ya get it, yayo college

That’s where I learn my knowledge

On the hillside streets of Vallejo

Where you get your pumpkin carved if ya snitch or tell

An the popail they don’t play (don’t play)

Pull ya ova 3 times in one day

Make me get on one knee act like ya finna pray (finna pray)

Beat ya ass and leave you in the alley way

I limit your space, your space is narrow

Come through with the rubber grip, big barrel

Leave yo head hollow like a pumpkin

Pull up on d side a dat ass an start dumpin

Braah-braah-braah-braah!

We can drop the straps an start thumping

But that ain’t what ya choose now dice dudes

Rap an kill ya, cut ya down wit the rotatiller

And put you in the dirt where it’s moist

Leave a mothafucka no choice but to

Braah-braah-braah-braah!

Bust back put him on his back

[Chorus:]

Quick, run fast hide yo dope!

(Roooop!) damn here come d pope

Throw it on d roof because he let d canines loose

Toss it in d gutter so d rain will wash away d proof[x2]

[Verse 2:]

It’s 18 zippers in a half a unit

There’s 36 z’s in d hallway (in d hallway)

There’s 24 brews in a case a beer, there’s 365 days in d year

There’s 28 days in d shortest month an if ya pack it right you can fit a 8 in a blunt

They don’t leave shells when they slaughter (when they slaughter), it’s 6 shots in tha revolver

Ma brawds neva get no sleep, L.R.P twenty holes deep (holes deep)

People tune in when I speak (when I speak)

Tha pharmaceuticals, ma playas play for keep

Or should I say for kept, the valley-jo that i wrecked

Magazine greed, hustla holdin down tha set

Shootin down d ave in a all white now

Bumpin turf talk cause I’m married to the ave

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

One foot in tha grave, ma other foot in the pen

If ya plan on gettin paid betta have tough skin

Got the AK the split to west end, just in case you gotta put down demonstration

45 second check a nigga, talkin dumb off d liquor

Jus cause I’m d gangster den don’t you think that I won't split you

I’m a cranium an half if I take it to da max, jus like a lumber jack in d woods wit a axe

Look at d rhymes dat I wrote, look at d style dat I poked

Can’t take me too serious, can’t take me for a joke

Nothing you can do but sit down an take notes

And listen to da best kept secret on da coast

Some talk about it but I really lived it ya’ll

Been doin d same thing since porky pig was a piglet ya’ll

I’m jus a playa having caash (caash)

Cause I’m married to the ave

[Chorus]

[Outro:]

Ugh!

Check it out, yea

Married to d ave (yea I’m married to d a-ave!) [x8]