Lyrics:

I graduated from, yayo college
Ya get it? Yayo college
That's where I learned my knowledge
On the hillside streets of Vallejo
Where ya get the pumpkin carved if ya snitch or tell
And uh, po-pal, they don't play
Pull ya over, three times in one day
Make ya get on yo' knees, act like ya fin' to pray
Beat yo' ass and leave ya in a alleyway
I'll limit ya space, ya space is narrow
Come through with the rubber grip dick barrel
Leave yo' head hollow like a pumpkin
Pull up on the side of that ass and start dumpin
Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!
We can drop the straps and start thumpin
But that ain't what you choose now dice dudes
Rather kill ya, plow ya down with the rototiller
And put you in the dirt where it's moist
Leave a motherfucker no choice but to
Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Blaow!
Bust back, put him on his back
Quick, run fast, hide yo' dope
Woooooop! Damn, here come them folks
Throw it on the roof before they let the K-9's loose
Toss it in the gutter so the rain'll wash away the proof
Quick, run fast, hide yo' dope
Woooooop! Damn, here come them folks
Throw it on the roof before they let the K-9's loose
Toss it in the gutter so the rain'll wash away the proof
(Married to the ave)
It's 18 zippers and a half a unit
It's 36 Z's in a whole one
It's 24 brews and a case of beer
It's 365 days in a year
It's 28 days in the shortest month
And if you pack it right you can fit an 8th in a blunt
They don't leave shells when they slaughter
It's six shots in a revolver
My broads never get no sleep
LRP's, 20 hoes deep
Uhh, people tune in when I speak
The pharmaceutical, my players play for keeps
Or should I say for kept, the Valley Jo' is what I rep
Magazine street hustler holdin down the set
Shootin down the ave in a all-white Nav'
Bumpin 'Turf Talk' cause I'm married to the ave
I got one foot in the grave, my other foot in the pen
If you plan on gettin paid, better have tough skin
A sack of HK's, or a Smith N Wesson
Just in case you gotta put down a demonstration
45 Second check a nigga, talkin down, off the liquor
Just cause I'm the game spitter don't you think that I won't split ya
Cranium in half, pimp I take it to the max
Just like a lumberjack in the woods with a axe
Look at my rhymes that I wrote, look at the styles that I poke
Can't take me too serious, can't take me for a joke
Best thing you can do is sit back and take notes
And listen to the best kept secret on the coast
Some talk about it but I really lived it y'all
Been doin this here thing since Porky Pig was a piglet y'all
I'm just a player havin cash
Cause I'm married to the ave

E-40 (E-40) + (Sample)

Married to the ave
(Yeah I'm married to the ave)
Married to the ave
(And I'm married to the ave)
Married to the ave
(Yeah I'm married to the ave)
Married to the ave
(And I'm married to the ave)
Married to the ave
(Married to the ave)
Married to the ave
(Yeah I'm married to the ave)
Married to the ave
(Yeah I'm married to the ave playa)
Married to the ave
(And I'm married to the ave)
Auch! Auch! Auch!