[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ivan S. Martin
[00:19.27]I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star
[00:21.48]Life of ink in flesh and mind scars
[00:23.82]Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars
[00:26.17]Hustle is hand to mouth and chance cards
[00:28.48]Eveything move all around the street sound
[00:30.87]Bass drop makin you nod so freak now
[00:33.19]From L.A. Downtown to Boogie Down
[00:35.54]Hey love I gotta lotta what they not to freak sounds
[00:37.99]Those two bit who love to talk *******t dont even **** with
[00:40.35]I'm too lit you ain't really *******t and drive a bucket
[00:42.57]Your dog got no bark valas is wet with no spark
[00:44.98]In fact for the most part
[00:46.29]Chale hook start...
[00:47.53]This is for all y'all in memory of
[00:49.63]Everytime you bump rola while you puff bud
[00:52.00]Say "holmes that's the dove" and I'll feel the love
[00:54.23]That a boulevard star think of
[01:06.73]El callejero, el twin, el pistolero
[01:08.24]Estoy vijilando y cruisin con el fierro
[01:10.51]Ha-Ha! oye whatcha the boulevard gottcha
[01:13.01]Chueco fresa cualkiera que mancha
[01:15.35]Boulevard star lingo the street sound
[01:17.62]Gather round bring a pound for the hounds
[01:19.96]Nocturnal light *******ne grounded on street level
[01:22.56]Bule bule hard to find like a plant with four pedals
[01:24.90]Watch the tranzas the hottas trampas
[01:27.07]Known to strangle mic y tumbo casas
[01:29.29]Legendary rolas for vatos and cholas
[01:31.60]Secondary status for haters and skonkas
[02:02.16]I'll be remembered in the hearts of riders West and East siders
[02:04.51]Known to take nug pack bowl and light lighta
[02:06.86]Ready to bid love peace and all's well
[02:09.16]Puttin words to a bassline knowin the spell
[02:11.48]Some mix a world treasures and worthless trash
[02:13.70]Silver that brightly gleam in a lightning flash
[02:15.97]Gold that sunset spill on sky
[02:18.11]Funk make bluebird sing and dove cry
[02:20.80]Sing wild cadence of them old remains
[02:23.06]About how much liquor flow through my viens
[02:25.30]So roll to this slow hypnotic beat
[02:27.61]Hollow drums flower crushed, rushed and smell sweet