On The Boulevard Lyrics - 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, ain'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 

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 

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How it be on the West, forever the hunt 

But I won't wear no bull's eye (Bull's eye eye) 

Bull's eye is how these fools die (Die die) 

Waitin' on school by (By by) 

Have you on the news by (By) 

Y'all know how the story goes 

We give a fuck about award shows 

Same shit about hoes 

Real niggas own platinum balls 

I ain't got it on my neck nigga check my walls 

I think y'all just tryin' to insight us 

Yo I see how the world can't see these Eastsidaz 

All y'all wanna criticize, fuckin' with us tryin' to get a ride 

That's when my shit flies 

And here's where the pimp lies 

I spit game at the globe 

First week deuce five 

I'd rather be ridin' than walkin' 

While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin' 

All you high paid niggas stay fly 

I'mma slide left, fly right on by 

I'mma do it on the boulevard 

Fast bitches, fast cars and stars 

Stayin' boxed up eatin' caviar 

Lookin' for the next play to have it all, ah nah 

It's funny how the game goes 

New face but they look like the same hoes 

I try to get away, everybody wanna hit of Dre 

Stay focused, bang I done hit a day 

Nigga fuck what cha' heard, shit is all lies 

Niggas mad Dre and Snoop stayin' multi 

Fuck y'all, wanna slice and it's all mine 

My career in fifth gear while y'all's dyin' 

You thinkin' California all sun and surf, for sho' 

I can see you walkin' under the Earth 

My gun burst em' 

And I still got my first mail 

Still bounce till I feel like the Earth tilt 

Every club, Dre and Snoop loudest 

G-Funk, get it crunk like the Dirty South 

Hold ya mouth, you ain't worth a third of me 

A word from me, exclusive as a surgery 

But I don't use a scalpel, chainsaw shoppin' 

My fingerprints all over the top ten 

Like that 

Whole staff'll come through and spin 

Either on the film or the two-inch wheel 

Behind the wheel of a sixty-four 

I can't stop till I done fifty totes 

Y'all motherfuckers know me 

I smoke a lot of weed, sayin' fuck a pass like Kobe 

I'd rather be ridin' than walkin' 

While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin' 

All you high paid niggas stay fly 

I'ma slide left, fly right on by 

I'ma do it on the boulevard 

Fast bitches, fast cars and stars 

Stayin' boxed up eatin' caviar 

Lookin' for the next play to have it all, ah nah 

Rock on, rock on keep movin' on 

Groovin' on and hold ya on 

I'd rather be ridin' than walkin' 

While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin' 

All you high paid niggas stay fly 

I'ma slide left, fly right on by 

I'ma do it on the boulevard 

Fast bitches, fast cars and stars 

Stayin' boxed up eatin' caviar 

Lookin' for the next play to have it all, ah nah