cut you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother But Life is Too $hort so I kept it undercover I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard Hoes ain't tripping
you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother But life is too $hort so I kept it undercover I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard Hoes ain't tripping
Traduzione: Sunset Boulevard colonna sonora. Back At The House On Sunset.
Traduzione: Sunset Boulevard colonna sonora. At The House On Sunset.
Traduzione: Sunset Boulevard colonna sonora. Capodanno (Back At The House On Sunset).
in they whips Smokin dro drinkin yac real sexy when they sip What's my name? Uncle James family rest in peace [Verse 1:] I grew up in a house with my
Hood] (Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle) [Chorus] Same old shit, just a different day out here tryna get it, each and every way momma need a house baby
dry Dreams are broken on the boulevard Outside this house of blues By misery makers, undertakers Movers, shakers, liars, fakers Dreams are broken on the boulevard
on this boulevard [Ace Hood] Okay, I'm booked out until August Show money deposits See the shit then I cop it got but a house note in my pocket I'm on
Ace Hood:] (Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle,) [Chorus:] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house
can't pronounce em Just to show ya how we house em from the Westside of thangs (Killa Cali motherfuckers) where the gangbangers hang The L dot A dot Crenshaw Boulevard
up the duece and givin dap comin down the boulevard just holdin slab Aye I'm throwin up the duece and givin dap comin down the boulevard just holdin slab
high school sweethearts tied by light and sound Disconnected party song, dragons on the boulevard high. Dog eats the man, man eats the dog These are the facts, live in your chicken shit house
in every house, on every street And if you walk down Hollywood boulevard their names are written in concrete! Don?t step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the boulevard
got some real thug stories! [Krayzie Bone] I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard This nigga was ballin y'all, big house driveway full
PJ baby, I ain't tripping on no wife If you wanna fuck with me, gotta put it in my life I ain't tripping, po' the drank and get to sipping Sliding down the Boulevard
you dun done Now ya talking loud while ya runnin to ya car Before ya pop ya trunk, Imma have to pull ya card At the Amoco, over there on Boulevard
boulevard Of neon encrusted temples You're looking for the grace of God In the arms of a fellow stranger Disciples hand you catalogues of concubines As you stumble down the boulevard
