Lyrics:
live through the boulevard night
Get ready for problems, get ready for pain
If you wanna play the L.A. game
Where you got to hustle and nothing is
life, hallelujah
Women, beautiful women
We're all better off with 'em
Right by our sides (ooh ooh)
Yeah, yeah
Sixteen, you get them keys
that slow us down
If it's too quiet, we make our own noise
Now you can bet your boots by the end of the week
My pretty little girl is ready for me
When I get high I get high on speed
Top fuel funny car's a drug for me
My heart, my heart
Kick start my heart
Always got the cops coming after me
to live through the boulevard night
Get ready for problems, get ready for pain
If you want to play the L.A. game
Where you got to hustle and nothing is
(let me do them)
Spark another match and let it flame
Get your dumb on!
Everybody get ready now
Everytime I do what I do
Bust' ryhmes
Make
boasty
'Cause them have the loving
And every man want it
Yeah!
Get off the tip if you're not legitimate
We were chatting reggae back in '86
Boogie Down
(Rule number one... n****z die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type n**** be a Thug Life n****?
Them
From the washer, to the dryer to the sofa
If you're ready, say you're ready, and you'll see
First one's coming by the time you count to three
One,
I throw some d's on ya body
If you ready you can start it by givin me a test drive
Been waitin' on ya signal before we get down (get down)
Never
Celebration
You're a little bit better and ready for some
Celebration
Some time to get louder and not by yourself
I see that someone left their cheat
Treat it good
Treat it rightly
And if you get it flowing
The harmony is glowing
So get ready
So get ready
Don't go toledo toledo don't go
Music
What happened
It seems like every time love comes
You're never ready
That's why they call it?
The Rush
Tell me, are you there?
Could it be
He hates to lose and he loves to win
He always plays it by the rules of the game
There goes the girl he's in love with
She plays a game called hard
In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling
That it was her heart that he was stealin'
Oh, he was ready to impress
And the fierce
dot
I point and pop, pop, pop and drop
I got my mind right, money right ready for war
For that doe Bleek bustin that fo'
This how real we get deep
I know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you (I'll
Guess I got a real bad habit of killin' 'em all for the taste
It's a life so savage, where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand,
You get high-jacked, waiting at the bus stop
By Jesus, who's working at the pawn shop
Escaped by, barely in the picture
But never far from
There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on
And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning
Away in the distance there's
Pac what it's like
To be ready every night
AK-47 by the window aiming at car lights
For Makaveli the Mac is ready to explode
On any mother fucker who
can get by
With instead of how much they can produce
Suddenly we looked overhead one day
To discover that the first
To the moon in space
Was a Russian
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town
When I get high
I get high on speed
Top fuel funny car's
A drug for me
My heart, my heart
Kickstart my heart
Always got the cops
Coming after
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