Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - On the Boulevard lyrics

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

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 hookers stay fly
I'mma slide left, fly right on by
I'mma do it on the boulevard
Fast bitches, fast cars and stars
Stayin' bossed 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 out a 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 disolve 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 steel

And I still got my first mil
Still bounce till I feel like the Earth tilt

Every club, Dre and Snoop loudest
G-Funk, get it crunk like the Dirty South
Close 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 choppin'
My fingerprints all over the top ten

Like that

Whole staff'll come through and spin
Either on the film or the two-inch rim
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

Rock on, rock on, keep movin' on
Groovin' on and hold ya on