Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On The Boulevard, artist - Dr. Dre. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On The Boulevard |
| You in the office of the good doc again, let’s walk again |
| It’s like clock again, the hood rock again |
| You should pop it in, ain't take it out |
| That shit play on, you can’t make it out |
| The world ain’t set for what I’m about to do |
| Ninety-six tracks mixed down to two |
| I stepped out the booth, called up Snoop |
| Like toucan, Dre got colorful loops |
| We can shoot, we can scrap |
| We can rap, we can act |
| We can mack these bitches, whatever you want |
| Ol' bitch ass niggas think it’s better to front |
| How it be on the West, forever the hunt |
| But I won’t wear no bull’s eye (Bull's eye eye) |
| Bull’s eye is how these fools die (Die die) |
| Waitin' on school by (By by) |
| Have you on the news by (By) |
| Y’all know how the story goes |
| We give a fuck about award shows |
| Same shit about hoes |
| Real niggas own platinum balls |
| I ain’t got it on my neck nigga check my walls |
| I think y’all just tryin' to insight us |
| Yo I see how the world can’t see these Eastsidaz |
| All y’all wanna criticize, fuckin' with us tryin' to get a ride |
| That’s when my shit flies |
| And here’s where the pimp lies |
| I spit game at the globe |
| First week deuce five |
| I’d rather be ridin' than walkin' |
| While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin' |
| All you high paid niggas stay fly |
| I’ma slide left, fly right on by |
| I’ma do it on the boulevard |
| Fast bitches, fast cars and stars |
| Stayin' boxed up eatin' caviar |
| Lookin' for the next play to have it all, ah nah |
| It’s funny how the game goes |
| New face but they look like the same hoes |
| I try to get away, everybody wanna hit of Dre |
| Stay focused, bang I done hit a day |
| Nigga fuck what cha' heard, shit is all lies |
| Niggas mad Dre and Snoop stayin' multi |
| My career in fifth gear while y’all’s dyin' |
| You thinkin' California all sun and surf, for sho' |
| I can see you walkin' under the Earth |
| My gun burst em' |
| And I still got my first mil' |
| Still bounce till I feel like the Earth tilt |
| Every club, Dre and Snoop loudest |
| G-Funk, get it crunk like the Dirty South |
| Hold ya mouth, you ain’t worth a third of me |
| A word from me, exclusive as a surgery |
| But I don’t use a scalpel, chainsaw shoppin' |
| Like that |
| Whole staff’ll come through and spin |
| Either on the film or the two-inch wheel |
| Behind the wheel of a sixty-four |
| I can’t stop till I done fifty totes |
| Y’all motherfuckers know me |
| I smoke a lot of weed, sayin' fuck a pass like Kobe |
| Rock on, rock on keep movin' on |
| Groovin' on and hold ya on |