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