Woodward Ave

[Verse 1]

Validate the parking, Campus Martius
Got a blow from Eastern Market, at the Fox we on the carpet
Hockey-Town at the apartment, see the County through the arches
Dan Gilbert with the narcist, fiends from Martin King to Forest

North End, North End, North End by the H.P. border
Drop me off on Woodland watch me bake a quarter
I just talked to Nook he back to taking orders
That dope done took his foot so he gone bake it stronger

Fucking with the park but we ain't talking Palmer
It's Davison through Six and from the Strip to Wanda
Got niggas at the bus stop running through them comas
That's Birmingham to Bloomfield and they doing numbers

Access got me off in the burbs
Zan tabs by the pharmacy curb
Pull up on him with a band for the syrup
Sir-yes-sir and it's back up the Ward

M-1 but no Light-rail, Off parole but on light bail
Lost a load on that night mail, now its back to rolling that white gal
Dream cruising that Viper, Beam using no Sniper
Big Codeine get muled and I'm right there
Woodward Ave the land of them Nightmares, #7

{Cuts by Nick Speed}

[Verse 2]

Word!
Wood-di-di-di-di-di-di-did-dod-doodward
Sev-O got that good work, rolling dope betwixt 3rd
Once you cross Dakota get your shit swerved
Got some Chaldean's off the Mile that like to whip birds

Cross 696 we go to get syrup
Just done bussed a script off Woodward Ave and you can get served
Royal Oak through Scotia niggas shit nerves
Indy 500 pass the precinct police get burned

Pimps, Hoes, Coke on the stroll
Dope-fiends, $4.00 Blows
Baseline for broken souls
Corporate hoes that fuck with they nose

DIA to that Normandie
Donald Goines, I quote poetry
Tiger game, I got GO in me
All in front of the FOX I got Cho on me

94 to that to that Filmore to that Silver-dome I got Dough on me
Riding slow, stay Trained.To.Go and that's the Woodward Avenue Story nigga, #7

- Seven the General