all them riders All them siders, all them gangstas, and all them beotches Yeah, we keep it gangsta Yeah, we keep it gangsta Dippin down Long Beach Boulevard
Money Yeah, whassup Kool Keith? Yo, that girl Kadiva gon' come to your house with blonde hair and boots Tell her rent a cheap room on Sunset Boulevard
fed on this boulevard [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Okay, I'm booked out until August Show money deposits See the shit then I cop it Got but a house note
n-gga head, all of my homies gone to jail, or they end up dead Got my first tattoo tear when I was 19, chasing a pipe dreams Chrenshaw boulevard chilling
got's a Motherfuckin' nine on my hip, I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin' Shit's slow like before once again I'm on the come up bro. Called yella out his house
' hood, man, they call me the boogeyman In that slow lane, what is your whole name? I forgot this hoe name, I'll call her Louise Lane Up on that boulevard
the gutter Westcoast Don, you fags s-s-stutter There is a lethal in the gas chamber I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house But you still in
El Lay Sunset Boulevard, Pacific Highway Out to the 'Walk of Stars', now you in Cali Don't go 'less you go hard Go 'less you go hard Hollywood Downtown
that I'm hittin' for y'all Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin' Like a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin' They called me Little Man all in the boulevard
side now let me get me a sack I get my wood from Pimpin' Small cause they obese and fat Before I get to his house shit I'll probably smoke me a black
Sittin' on top of the world, s'yep C.M.W. no love, Compton 4 death geah One two one two stick 'em Half Ounce in the house stick 'em Compton in the house
we got plenty of tecs to unload My perils bring paradise West side till I die, uh Pocket full of ice No vice squads Ho's still Walks the boulevards Pimp
'm too slick to get caught up in this dirty game I'm a scholar that make dollaz off the birdy game Crip hoping I got it popping on the boulevard Man,
, hustle Hustle, hustle, hustle Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
every house and 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
boulevard Of neon encrusted temple You're looking for the grace of God In the arms of a fellow stranger Disciples hand you catalogs of concubines As you stumble down the boulevard
of the ninth and I'm never gonna win This life hasn't turned out Quite the way I want it to be (Tell me what you want) I want a brand new house on an