Lyrics:
a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up
Over Santa Monica Boulevard
HELP ME! I broke apart my insides
HELP ME!
Standin' on your tippy-toe, nigga here we
Here we go
Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard
Left on Vernon by my auntie's front yard
No disrespect
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
burring the match
Lighting up the gat
Making shit mix and match with a batch by getting my brick house semi detached
Much like Michael in contrast, I'm
the past
Scarred by my loose regard for the last
Spirit gone withdrawn from my life
Prince
Journey of the night
Pitch black
Turning of the knife
Get stabbed
Chorus
don't let life pass u by, gun shot on the boulevard (4*)
break
don't forget to breath,,, make it count ,, take your shot
Rap 3
Not for
The Hollywood pose, teeth, tits, and toes
Didn't take her long to leave the boulevard
So many five star friends with black credit cards
She'd try anything once,
Feels good being bad
Putting g's on black
If we lose, we've still won
No odds can change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by
and rave
I'm raw plus I got more plants to blaze
Fiends came back with thieves
With files Long as Stant isle
And back to Queens
We strap black Mac's with
something to give
That's love, black on black, that's how they made it
And if any busters flip, they get faded
L.A. is where I'm speakin of
Peace to all
you want something thats broken
When yours is fine
Oh I'd
Take a walk down the Boulevard just one more time
I'd ride the horses at the farm
That you
to me
But she doesn't make a sound
We lived there, In that town
Rolling up Los Feliz boulevard
Pick up Dad, he's waving by the phone booth
Let's
come my way
Semi-automatic, pop it, blow your brain away
Walking down the boulevard, I'm doing cocaine again
A troubled mind, don't waste no time, I hang
that's the repercussions like when your cousin is causing the blood
Then you're by yourself at the Compton parade, he said
Aye, look, homie, I
on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me
Bordeaux Polo, smoke a ton of weed
No room for nonsense, you
and my niggas are the realest
What a shame pussy niggas wear glitter
Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer
Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga
[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law,
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw,
Catch a nigga in these streets
power, let loose for the hour
I chose the Black Power, extra fly joint for mocha to yellow paper
And you know I don't delay
Together with my honey like
One last look in the mirror as you smooth that little black dress
You can scrape all the nickels and dimes just to look your best
You can take it,
the boulevard baby
I been manifesting mula with my magic means
Known to keep a couple shooters so don't talk to me crazy
Had him on his knees begging for a tease
a smile in Hollywood
Fast cars down and boulevards in Hollywood
Party lines with cocaine wives in Hollywood
Live it up in Beverly Hills
Then by ten
Last Poet
Cadence on that, Black Magic
Swanton to the Bomb, drop jewels up in the calm
Forgetting your accolades when I’m steady grooving souls
In a city
This for my man yo, word up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."
I don't mean this in
a burger
Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
And this type of street violence
.jpg/200px-Sunset_Boulevard_(1950_poster).jpg "Sunset Boulevard")
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