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(feat. Michelle) |
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[Ives] |
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I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star |
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Life of ink in flesh and mind scars |
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Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars |
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Hustle is hand to mouth and chance cards |
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Eveything move all around the street sound |
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Bass drop makin you nod so freak now |
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From L.A. Downtown to Boogie Down |
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Hey love I gotta lotta what they not to freak sounds |
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Those two bit who love to talk shit dont even fuck with |
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I'm too lit you ain't really shit and drive a bucket |
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Your dog got no bark valas is wet with no spark |
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In fact for the most part |
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Chale hook start... |
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[Chorus x2] |
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This is for all y'all in memory of |
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Everytime you bump rola while you puff bud |
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Say "holmes that's the dove" and I'll feel the love |
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That a boulevard star think of |
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[Kemo] |
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El callejero, el twin, el pistolero |
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Estoy vijilando y cruisin con el fierro |
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Ha-Ha! oye whatcha the boulevard gottcha |
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Chueco fresa cualkiera que mancha |
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Boulevard star lingo the street sound |
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Gather round bring a pound for the hounds |
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Nocturnal light shine grounded on street level |
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Bule bule hard to find like a plant with four pedals |
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Watch the tranzas the hottas trampas |
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Known to strangle mic y tumbo casas |
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Legendary rolas for vatos and cholas |
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Secondary status for haters and skonkas |
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[Chorus] |
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[Ives] |
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I'll be remembered in the hearts of riders West and East siders |
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Known to take nug pack bowl and light lighta |
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Ready to bid love peace and all's well |
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Puttin words to a bassline knowin the spell |
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Some mix a world treasures and worthless trash |
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Silver that brightly gleam in a lightning flash |
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Gold that sunset spill on sky |
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Funk make bluebird sing and dove cry |
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Sing wild cadence of them old remains |
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About how much liquor flow through my viens |
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So roll to this slow hypnotic beat |
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Hollow drums flower crushed, rushed and smell sweet |
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[Chorus] |