Nights

Lyrics

[Chorus: Kool Keith] Nights down the boulevard (What it used to be) It's not what it used to be (What it used to) Nights down the boulevard (What it used) It's not what it used to be (What it used to be) Nights down the boulevard It's not what it used to be (What it used to be) Nights down the boulevard [Verse 1: Kool Keith] Down to the gristle, ridin' up your block with that four-hundred-thousand-dollar matte finish plum Maybach Some say that I'm Pat Sajak Many y'all's Black exploitation filmin' they track Leanin' up on Fairfax She want me to play in that town with that shirt Joseph Abboud Paramount Pictures show a movie good I was shocked to see Peg Entwistle commitin' suicide Nobody should be jumpin' off the lettеr H off the Hollywood sign 'Cause the mountains bring drеams to everybody's mind Some sittin' on the casting couch to get cosigned Waitin' forever Valet, you see the broad of your dream pull up in the Porsche behind Now I lift her asscheeks up like Moriah Mills 'cause I'm Zion The floss lion, commissioner of the film capital Since Larry O'Brien When record labels were signin' Even motherfuckers like Simple Simon When they didn't know VVS diamonds I been saw Jody Watley in Climax They don't know time went by on they Timex Days people hopped out of silver gloss In front of the 9000 building with a top hat [Chorus: Kool Keith] Nights down the boulevard (What it used to be) It's not what it used to be (What it used) Nights down the boulevard (What it used) It's not what it used to be (What it used to be) Nights down the boulevard It's not what it used to be [Verse 2: Marc Live] How many niggas gon' learn lessons? Smith & Wesson, second-guessin' We on the stage in them gators rhymin' crazy Jealous niggas lookin' lazy We in the booth, Terminator, '80s Arnold status, you lookin' mal-managed It's no shows, it's no beats, it's no damage You all talk, you ham sandwich Them lame niggas bad language Fuck you cats actin' hard, screamin' please There's no help, there's no guns, no set G It's no Elvis You sucker niggas eat the pelvis, you get the guns Cock back, hittin' layers Bubble Gooses gettin' shredded, you in the feathers Pleather leathers, no Avirexs Nigga's a stealth bomber, under-armor You niggas need a father, you need a label You need a camp, you need a stable I'll put your horses down, real fatal King Kong never needs a favor [Chorus: Kool Keith] Nights down the boulevard (What it used to be) It's not what it used to be (What it used) Nights down the boulevard (What it used to be) It's not what it used to be (What it used to be) Nights down the boulevard It's not what it used to be