Hard on the Boulevard Lyrics
| Song | Hard on the Boulevard |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Short Dog's in the House |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Shaw | |
| Sunshine, convertable tops | |
| You call 'em rags, we call 'em drops | |
| You ride black walls, we ride vogues | |
| You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes | |
| You say i'm fake, i say you're smoking | |
| I'm just a mack named $hort from oakland | |
| Just like a tag team wrestling tip | |
| With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch | |
| Bitch, ain't getting nothing but a lesson taught | |
| If your pimping ain't strong, it's not my fault | |
| Hoes start choosing, wouldn't give 'em a break | |
| I pull out my old white too $hort tape | |
| I'm playing "dope fiend beat" and the shit still hits | |
| Trying to stick my dick all in them lips | |
| She said "no, i never did it before" | |
| Well you ain't the bitch i'm looking for | |
| Cause she's rich and thick and chocolate | |
| Wouldn't hesitate to lick my dick | |
| All my parters say "$hort what's up?" | |
| See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt | |
| I don't answer, i start laughing | |
| Nothing going on but the oaktown macking | |
| Laying it right, all damn night | |
| Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe | |
| El dorado, mazeratti | |
| Nothing but freaks with fine bodies | |
| I love to roll my mercedes benz | |
| I'm nothing but a player like all my friends | |
| So when you call me fake, be for real | |
| The call me short dog cause i'm hard as hell | |
| Hope your girlfriend's name ain't linelle | |
| I screwed her last night in a cheap motel | |
| Like i told my crew, when the toss up's chill | |
| Humping like a chevy rolling down foothill | |
| Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking | |
| Be like short dog and start macking | |
| T double o s-h-o-r-t | |
| I go solo, can't nobody fuck with me | |
| I'll just kick back counting my bank | |
| No cokes smoking, just potent dank | |
| Funky fresh on the microphone | |
| When you spin that wax, it's not the same ol' song | |
| Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows | |
| You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes | |
| I don't drink vodka, i do drink gin | |
| I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend | |
| Cause i'm macking, baby, you know that's right | |
| I'm from the oaktown, straight eastside | |
| I got all my game from east oakland streets | |
| Now motherfuck you damn shit-haired freaks | |
| I go on and on as i sing my song | |
| If you're tender and young, i fuck you all night long | |
| I'm not a no-good punk, i didn't make you flunk | |
| I didn't tell the whole world your pussy stunk | |
| I 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 on me, they wanna fuck my car | |
| Freak nasty don't trip, to me it ain't shit | |
| You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips | |
| Riding in a caddy with the top let down | |
| California sunshine, cruising the town | |
| On the boulevard, maybe drop my top | |
| If you're feeling hot, don't even stop | |
| Cause it feels so good, i'm oh so sprung | |
| They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum | |
| I told all my homies, all about | |
| The way i bust big nuts, in your mouth | |
| On the boulevard, we're riding oh so real | |
| Not skyline, i'm talking about foothill | |
| And when it ended, you know what happened | |
| I'm so hard i just can't stop macking | |
| I know i gotta stop sooner, but i'll stop later | |
| They call me short dog, i'm nothing but a player | |
| I know what she's thinking, "i'm falling in love" | |
| But there's another freak i'm thinking of | |
| She's got long long hair, she's not like you though | |
| She'll do whatever i say, she'll even be my hoe | |
| Cause i don't wanna get married, i'd rather freak mary | |
| Make good love and i do mean very | |
| Wherever i go, it's the same old case | |
| Same damn thing all over the place | |
| (nothing but bitches) tight-ass jeans to pose in | |
| I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes | |
| They wasn't choosing, nope not these hoes | |
| They wanted big time vettes, riding brand new vouges | |
| So like i said before, i ain't tripping | |
| Told myself it's time to stop bullshitting | |
| Did the gangster walk, did it like this | |
| Walked up to a girl and i called her a bitch | |
| I said "my name is $hort, i don't play games | |
| I only play young bitches, now what's your name?" | |
| She said "i wouldn't tell you in all my life | |
| You're just a little thug, you're not my type" | |
| I said "i'm sir too $hort, couldn't be no punk" | |
| East oaktown is where i'm from | |
| You see wherever i go, it's the same old case | |
| Same damn thing all over the place | |
| (nothing but bitches) mad cause i told the truth | |
| I'm calling you one and you can call me, too | |
| Call me too $hort, call me "too thin" | |
| But you wouldn't get a dime out of this pimp | |
| So just give it up baby and i'll run right through ya | |
| Maybe just maybe i'll come back to ya | |
| Like too clean, i'm riding cadillac | |
| I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back | |
| See i'm a big mack, and every bitch in sight | |
| Says "is that short dog sitting at a red light?" |
| zuo ci : Shaw | |
| Sunshine, convertable tops | |
| You call ' em rags, we call ' em drops | |
| You ride black walls, we ride vogues | |
| You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes | |
| You say i' m fake, i say you' re smoking | |
| I' m just a mack named hort from oakland | |
| Just like a tag team wrestling tip | |
| With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch | |
| Bitch, ain' t getting nothing but a lesson taught | |
| If your pimping ain' t strong, it' s not my fault | |
| Hoes start choosing, wouldn' t give ' em a break | |
| I pull out my old white too hort tape | |
| I' m playing " dope fiend beat" and the shit still hits | |
| Trying to stick my dick all in them lips | |
| She said " no, i never did it before" | |
| Well you ain' t the bitch i' m looking for | |
| Cause she' s rich and thick and chocolate | |
| Wouldn' t hesitate to lick my dick | |
| All my parters say " hort what' s up?" | |
| See me with a bitch with a bigass butt | |
| I don' t answer, i start laughing | |
| Nothing going on but the oaktown macking | |
| Laying it right, all damn night | |
| Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe | |
| El dorado, mazeratti | |
| Nothing but freaks with fine bodies | |
| I love to roll my mercedes benz | |
| I' m nothing but a player like all my friends | |
| So when you call me fake, be for real | |
| The call me short dog cause i' m hard as hell | |
| Hope your girlfriend' s name ain' t linelle | |
| I screwed her last night in a cheap motel | |
| Like i told my crew, when the toss up' s chill | |
| Humping like a chevy rolling down foothill | |
| Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking | |
| Be like short dog and start macking | |
| T double o short | |
| I go solo, can' t nobody fuck with me | |
| I' ll just kick back counting my bank | |
| No cokes smoking, just potent dank | |
| Funky fresh on the microphone | |
| When you spin that wax, it' s not the same ol' song | |
| Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows | |
| You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes | |
| I don' t drink vodka, i do drink gin | |
| I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend | |
| Cause i' m macking, baby, you know that' s right | |
| I' m from the oaktown, straight eastside | |
| I got all my game from east oakland streets | |
| Now motherfuck you damn shithaired freaks | |
| I go on and on as i sing my song | |
| If you' re tender and young, i fuck you all night long | |
| I' m not a nogood punk, i didn' t make you flunk | |
| I didn' t tell the whole world your pussy stunk | |
| I 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 on me, they wanna fuck my car | |
| Freak nasty don' t trip, to me it ain' t shit | |
| You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips | |
| Riding in a caddy with the top let down | |
| California sunshine, cruising the town | |
| On the boulevard, maybe drop my top | |
| If you' re feeling hot, don' t even stop | |
| Cause it feels so good, i' m oh so sprung | |
| They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum | |
| I told all my homies, all about | |
| The way i bust big nuts, in your mouth | |
| On the boulevard, we' re riding oh so real | |
| Not skyline, i' m talking about foothill | |
| And when it ended, you know what happened | |
| I' m so hard i just can' t stop macking | |
| I know i gotta stop sooner, but i' ll stop later | |
| They call me short dog, i' m nothing but a player | |
| I know what she' s thinking, " i' m falling in love" | |
| But there' s another freak i' m thinking of | |
| She' s got long long hair, she' s not like you though | |
| She' ll do whatever i say, she' ll even be my hoe | |
| Cause i don' t wanna get married, i' d rather freak mary | |
| Make good love and i do mean very | |
| Wherever i go, it' s the same old case | |
| Same damn thing all over the place | |
| nothing but bitches tightass jeans to pose in | |
| I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes | |
| They wasn' t choosing, nope not these hoes | |
| They wanted big time vettes, riding brand new vouges | |
| So like i said before, i ain' t tripping | |
| Told myself it' s time to stop bullshitting | |
| Did the gangster walk, did it like this | |
| Walked up to a girl and i called her a bitch | |
| I said " my name is hort, i don' t play games | |
| I only play young bitches, now what' s your name?" | |
| She said " i wouldn' t tell you in all my life | |
| You' re just a little thug, you' re not my type" | |
| I said " i' m sir too hort, couldn' t be no punk" | |
| East oaktown is where i' m from | |
| You see wherever i go, it' s the same old case | |
| Same damn thing all over the place | |
| nothing but bitches mad cause i told the truth | |
| I' m calling you one and you can call me, too | |
| Call me too hort, call me " too thin" | |
| But you wouldn' t get a dime out of this pimp | |
| So just give it up baby and i' ll run right through ya | |
| Maybe just maybe i' ll come back to ya | |
| Like too clean, i' m riding cadillac | |
| I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back | |
| See i' m a big mack, and every bitch in sight | |
| Says " is that short dog sitting at a red light?" |
| zuò cí : Shaw | |
| Sunshine, convertable tops | |
| You call ' em rags, we call ' em drops | |
| You ride black walls, we ride vogues | |
| You got a girlfriend, we pimp hoes | |
| You say i' m fake, i say you' re smoking | |
| I' m just a mack named hort from oakland | |
| Just like a tag team wrestling tip | |
| With a nasty bitch, then the homie switch | |
| Bitch, ain' t getting nothing but a lesson taught | |
| If your pimping ain' t strong, it' s not my fault | |
| Hoes start choosing, wouldn' t give ' em a break | |
| I pull out my old white too hort tape | |
| I' m playing " dope fiend beat" and the shit still hits | |
| Trying to stick my dick all in them lips | |
| She said " no, i never did it before" | |
| Well you ain' t the bitch i' m looking for | |
| Cause she' s rich and thick and chocolate | |
| Wouldn' t hesitate to lick my dick | |
| All my parters say " hort what' s up?" | |
| See me with a bitch with a bigass butt | |
| I don' t answer, i start laughing | |
| Nothing going on but the oaktown macking | |
| Laying it right, all damn night | |
| Hoes getting sprung like they smoking the pipe | |
| El dorado, mazeratti | |
| Nothing but freaks with fine bodies | |
| I love to roll my mercedes benz | |
| I' m nothing but a player like all my friends | |
| So when you call me fake, be for real | |
| The call me short dog cause i' m hard as hell | |
| Hope your girlfriend' s name ain' t linelle | |
| I screwed her last night in a cheap motel | |
| Like i told my crew, when the toss up' s chill | |
| Humping like a chevy rolling down foothill | |
| Get off the pipe fool, stop cracking | |
| Be like short dog and start macking | |
| T double o short | |
| I go solo, can' t nobody fuck with me | |
| I' ll just kick back counting my bank | |
| No cokes smoking, just potent dank | |
| Funky fresh on the microphone | |
| When you spin that wax, it' s not the same ol' song | |
| Round and round it goes, where it stops no one knows | |
| You see me at the clubs catching all the hoes | |
| I don' t drink vodka, i do drink gin | |
| I like to get a blowjob from your girlfriend | |
| Cause i' m macking, baby, you know that' s right | |
| I' m from the oaktown, straight eastside | |
| I got all my game from east oakland streets | |
| Now motherfuck you damn shithaired freaks | |
| I go on and on as i sing my song | |
| If you' re tender and young, i fuck you all night long | |
| I' m not a nogood punk, i didn' t make you flunk | |
| I didn' t tell the whole world your pussy stunk | |
| I 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 on me, they wanna fuck my car | |
| Freak nasty don' t trip, to me it ain' t shit | |
| You can suck my dick with some fat hoe lips | |
| Riding in a caddy with the top let down | |
| California sunshine, cruising the town | |
| On the boulevard, maybe drop my top | |
| If you' re feeling hot, don' t even stop | |
| Cause it feels so good, i' m oh so sprung | |
| They way you work that tongue, it just makes me cum | |
| I told all my homies, all about | |
| The way i bust big nuts, in your mouth | |
| On the boulevard, we' re riding oh so real | |
| Not skyline, i' m talking about foothill | |
| And when it ended, you know what happened | |
| I' m so hard i just can' t stop macking | |
| I know i gotta stop sooner, but i' ll stop later | |
| They call me short dog, i' m nothing but a player | |
| I know what she' s thinking, " i' m falling in love" | |
| But there' s another freak i' m thinking of | |
| She' s got long long hair, she' s not like you though | |
| She' ll do whatever i say, she' ll even be my hoe | |
| Cause i don' t wanna get married, i' d rather freak mary | |
| Make good love and i do mean very | |
| Wherever i go, it' s the same old case | |
| Same damn thing all over the place | |
| nothing but bitches tightass jeans to pose in | |
| I used to ride the strip trying to catch the hoes | |
| They wasn' t choosing, nope not these hoes | |
| They wanted big time vettes, riding brand new vouges | |
| So like i said before, i ain' t tripping | |
| Told myself it' s time to stop bullshitting | |
| Did the gangster walk, did it like this | |
| Walked up to a girl and i called her a bitch | |
| I said " my name is hort, i don' t play games | |
| I only play young bitches, now what' s your name?" | |
| She said " i wouldn' t tell you in all my life | |
| You' re just a little thug, you' re not my type" | |
| I said " i' m sir too hort, couldn' t be no punk" | |
| East oaktown is where i' m from | |
| You see wherever i go, it' s the same old case | |
| Same damn thing all over the place | |
| nothing but bitches mad cause i told the truth | |
| I' m calling you one and you can call me, too | |
| Call me too hort, call me " too thin" | |
| But you wouldn' t get a dime out of this pimp | |
| So just give it up baby and i' ll run right through ya | |
| Maybe just maybe i' ll come back to ya | |
| Like too clean, i' m riding cadillac | |
| I hit the strip, turn around, and come right back | |
| See i' m a big mack, and every bitch in sight | |
| Says " is that short dog sitting at a red light?" |
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