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Delinquent Habits
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Boulevard Star
Lyricist:Martin Ivan Scott, Martinez Alex, Thomas David Lewis Keimonti
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
Everything 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, don't 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
This is for all y'all in memory of Every time 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
This is for all y'all in memory of Every time 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
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
This is for all y'all in memory of Every time 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
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 About how much liquor flow through my viens So roll to this slow hypnotic beat Hollow drums flower crushed, rushed and smell sweet
This is for all y'all in memory of Every time 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
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