Lyrics
Oh, no, oh, no
Say, we gonna rock down through, Electric Avenue
And then we'll take it higher
Say, we gonna rock down through, the Brooklyn Avenues
And then we'll take it higher
Oh, no, oh, no
Yo, yo
Slick like Rick Rick James when I hit (hit)
Superfreak chicks, who I don't miss (yo I don't miss)
Fix for your nose, my flows make you sick (uh-huh)
Two chicks for me, none for you like Twix
Play with niggas head like 'Clef guitar picks
Went from, bottom pits to, making hits, and
Hollow-tips then, shooting lips (right)
Handle our business make sure it sits
Ride through the tunnels (crusin by) fuck the guestlists
Light up your block with roman candlesticks
Known to blow shows with pyrotechnics (right)
Rappin bout your whips while you catchin transits
Buyin shorty gifts, with checks from WIC
Your record sound like a demo that was yet not mixed
(shit ain't mixed yet)
Your whole style broke and it should be fixed (uh-huh)
Time runnin out as my Rolex ticks
Don't get caught on the Ave, it's too Electric
Say, we gonna rock down through, Electric Avenue
And then we take it higher (c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)
Say, we gonna rock down through, the Brooklyn Avenues (Flatbush too)
And then we'll take it higher
Oh, no, oh, no
I dedicate this to my peeps who're on the streets
God bless they soul, may they rest in peace
There's those who finance and those who choose to lease
Whatever suits you weather on the turn of your leafs
Different strokes for different folks God
I refuse to going back and being broke Lord
He got struck with lightning, he got hit hard
Face this twenty life to maximum, his whole life is scarred
The Preacher's Son and I came off the Santa Maria
Ten cases of Malta, caught the diarrhea
Load the ReFugees on the aircraft carrier
Some say Dirty Cash (Dirty Cash) we never heard of ya
You don't know me? (Yeah yeah)
Say, we gonna rock down through Electric Avenue (c'mon)
And then we'll take it higher (c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)
Say, we gonna rock down through the Brooklyn Avenues (Flatbush too)
And then we'll take it higher (c'mon man)
Oh, no, oh, no (yeah, alright)
Watch your back watch your side, swimmin with shark
String you like a harp while they playin Mozart
No credential, get nowhere like Oslo
Stand back to Frisco, at the Rico Beagle
Suave like Rico, on fire like pyro
Frantic like a skitzo, rougher than Brillo
He caught the rap like Donnie Brascoe
Out in the street there is violence (yeah, uhh)
Down in Brooklyn there is violence (Flatbush too)
Down dere in Queens there is violence (QBC)
And there's a lot of work to be done, Lord
Down in the ghetto there violence (out in the streets)
Out in LA there is violence (Compton)
In Miami there is violence (Miami Vice, yeah)
And there's a lot of work to be done, Lord (yo, c'mon, yo)
We gonna rock down through, ReFugee Avenue (rock to, uh-huh)
And then we take it higher (c'mon)
Say, we gonna rock down through, Haiti Avenue (Port-Au-Prince)
And then we take it higher
Haha, yeah, yo, yo, c'mon
ReFugee All-Stars, yeah yeah