me to shout: Oh Debra Algebra Ebneezra Kadabra Witch Goddess of Lankershim Boulevard Cover my entire body with Avon Cologna And drive me to some relative's house
Pie! Boldly springing into action, he phoned his wife (who ran a modeling school), WHEREUPON HE . . . yes, HE ran around the back of 'THE BROADWAY' at Hollywood Boulevard
Stravinsky)] Hey! Ha! Ooh! There was a man A little ole man Who lived in Montreal With a wife and a kid And a car and a house And a teenage daughter
a nigga head, all of my homies gone to jail, or they end up dead Got my first tattoo tear when I was 19, chasing a pipe dreams Chrenshaw boulevard chilling
don't want me around no more Cause I hold the record for the most fiends roamin the boulevard And when I'm on the boulevard, catch me behind the wheel
Get out, Get out, Get out You see the sun go down on the quiet town Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You fall asleep to the traffic on the boulevard
call me The Boogeyman In that slow lane, what is your whole name? I forgot this ho's name, I'll call her Louise Lane Up on that boulevard, 24's rotate
, you fags undastata (?) [Jayo (verse two)] There is sa-lethal in the gas chamber I'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the house But you still in
every 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
Got a picture of your house And your standing by the door Its black and white and faded And its looking pretty worn See the factory that i worked
the floor, get it crunk Everybody move, everybody jump Everybody stomp the floor It's Rockwilder, rock the house Yo Pink diggy, rock the house Yo Funk Doc, rock the house
of the ICA Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye From Brixton's lovely boulevards
'all. Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin' lilke a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin'. They called me Little Man all in the boulevard. When
