On The Boulevard

Album cover art for "On The Boulevard" by DJ Envy & Kokane

DJ Envy & Kokane - Rap, Synth Funk

On The Boulevard

11.2K Plays

Duration: 1:45

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre] 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, can't take it out That shit Dre 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 [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] 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) It's how these fools die (Die die) Hood loc's cruise by (By by) Have you on the news live (Live live live) Y'all know how the story goes We give a fuck about award shows Same shit about hoes [Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Rich nigga zone, Platinum balls I ain't got it on my neck, nigga – check my walls I think y'all just tryin' to incite us You can't see how I work, can't see these Eastsidaz (Eastsidaz!) All of y'all wanna criticize Fuckin' with us, tryin' to get a rise That's when my shit flies And here's where the point lies I spit game at the globe First week – deuce point five [Hook: Kokane] I'd rather be ridin' than walkin' While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin' All you high paid hookers stay fly I'ma slide left, fly right on by I'ma do it on the boulevard Fast bitches, fast cars and stars Stayin' bossed up, eatin' caviar Lookin' for the next way to have it all, ah nah [Verse 4: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] It's funny how the game goes New faces, but they look like the same hoes I try to get away, everybody want a hit of Dre I stay focused, bang out a hit a day Nigga, fuck what ya heard, shit is all lies Niggas mad Dre and Snoop stayin' multi- Fuck y'all, wanna slice and dissolve mine?! My career in fifth gear, while y'all's dyin' Keep thinkin' California all sun and surf (For sho') I can see you up under the Earth My gun burst still And I still got my first mil' Still bounce 'til I feel like the Earth tilt Every club' Dre and Snoop' house G-Funk – get it crunk like the Dirty South Close ya mouth, you ain't worth a third of me A word from me, expensive as a surgery But I don't use a scalpel, chainsaw choppin' My fingerprints all over the Top 10 (Like that?!?) Whole staff'll come through and spill Either on the film or the two-inch reel Behind the wheel of a sixty-four I can't stop 'til I done fifty tours Y'all motherfuckers know me I smoke a lot of weed, sayin' "fuck a pass," like Kobe [Hook: Kokane] I'd rather be ridin' than walkin' While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin' All you high paid hookers stay fly I'ma slide left, fly right on by I'ma do it on the boulevard Fast bitches, fast cars and stars Stayin' bossed up, eatin' caviar Lookin' for the next way to have it all, ah nah [Bridge: Kokane & Mamie Gunn] Rock on, rock on Keep movin' on, groovin' on And hold your own Rock on, rock on Keep movin' on, groovin' on And hold your own Rock on, rock on Keep movin' on, groovin' on And hold your own Rock on, rock on Keep movin' on, groovin' on And hold your own [Hook: Kokane] I'd rather be ridin' than walkin' While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin' All you high paid hookers stay fly I'ma slide left, fly right on by I'ma do it on the boulevard Fast bitches, fast cars and stars Stayin' bossed up, eatin' caviar Lookin' for the next way to have it all, ah nah

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Jelly Roll (Big Baby)
  • Infinite (F3)
  • Mamie Gunn