I don't want to think about the way things were Cause i've been living in the past for too may years and i can't stand the ache of knowing that. I've
The sky looks like patchwork Stitched just enough so the sky won't fall on top of us It's Alright The city was covered in gold And made out of dreams
grow up quick when you grow up poor It's the only way to LA that she knows The Hollywood pose, teeth, tits, and drawers Didn't take her long to leave the boulevard
comin' up so you better get this party started Pumpin up the volume, breakin down' to the beat Cruisin' through the west side We'll be checkin' the scene Boulevard
the nose up Get ready for the 'Face/Off' Nicholas Cage ain't got *** on a *** wit a *** grenade One man army, only two things in the world can calm me West
in this awful downpour Then struggle free and paddle out the cellar door In the evening light the boulevard Conceals the night with disregard For all the workers in a west
m talking about Got them girls all day West coast got them Mamas almost feel like the Bahamas Got to love it in LA From New York on to Philly Mid west
't, mayn" "Them thangs sho' be good" "You and your guests will be staying at the Peek-A-Boo Motel On the corner of 69th and West Ding-A-Long Boulevard
Atlanta) Nigga, we bought dat bread around here That's how you keep your baby fed down here [Incomprehensible] Boulevard to East Lake, the West Side
there, man He's down on his knees Look at these women There ain't nothin' like em nowhere Century Boulevard (We love it) Victory Boulevard (We love it) Santa Monica Boulevard
off all my load Funk, Buddha Monk, in the trunk I got'cha, thumpin' so hard, up and down the boulevard I'm a natural-born cap-peela', strapped illa I'm the west
like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts And watch mosh pits till motherfuckers knock each other unconscious Some of these crowds that Slim draws Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard
Funkay Ease back, the g's back as an o.d. gettin Funkay The sun sets, you vex, we gets, mad Funkay East coast to west we stays fresh Ezay Smoke rise
? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Country boys, city boys Cadillacs, Rolly Royce Whatever, long as we ridin' Pretty girls, ghetto boos On the boulevard
gotta quarter ounce I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know Ima hit the boulevard slow and
Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped, I'm lookin good Swangin down the boulevard, chunky