you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother But life is too $hort so I kept it undercover I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard Hoes ain't tripping
ترجمه: بلوار Sunset موسیقی متن فیلم. پشت در خانه در غروب آفتاب.
ترجمه: بلوار Sunset موسیقی متن فیلم. در خانه در غروب آفتاب.
ترجمه: بلوار Sunset موسیقی متن فیلم. شب سال نو (پشت در خانه در غروب آفتاب).
cut you slack in my rap, I could've macked your mother But Life is Too $hort so I kept it undercover I'm so damn hard, on the boulevard Hoes ain't tripping
thug stories? We got some real thug stories I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard This nigga was ballin' y'all, big house driveway
baby, 3-2's your point Back in the do' with a fo' and a ace Picked up his ends and waved the dice in my face And then he hollered out, "School house
house and on every street And if you walk down Hollywood Boulevard Their names are written in concrete Don't tread on Greta Garbo as you walk down the Boulevard
baby Gettin' real funky with the motherfuckin' Dangerous Crew bitch With that old school Too $hort baby, I'm so hard Pimpin' these hoes on the boulevard
place to be Too Short baby Gettin real funky with the motherfuckin dangerous crew bitch Too Short baby, I'm so hard Pimpin these hos on the boulevard
when it's on the one I love to see you when you work that thang Gettin' real busy at the back of the car Rollin' down the Skyline Boulevard I say 'Bitch
, now I'm a cool brother But as soon as I step off, you're calling me a sucker Mad, because I bust a Benz on Lorenzos Hanging on the boulevard fronting
My baby works down at the boulevard cafe Just a fine young man with big dreams Trying to make his own way The owner is this man ole bitch who degrades
were no keys no guards Just one frightened man and some old shadows for bars Well now all that's sure on the boulevard Is that life is just a house
, I care But you in doubts and go "Woof" He ain't dead, what pledge There's a stank up in the Bush Or a stank up in the White House Shootin' board bullshit
gotta quarter ounce I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know Ima hit the boulevard slow and
next dude Hitting the block top down, waving the boulevard Run on side of my Range, and your feet get scarred I ain't never leave the house, without
4's that clank Muddy styrofoam cups, full of oil in our hand Sitting sidways on leather, as I flip through the land Chunking deuces showing love, as I swang up on your Boulevard
