Blvd Nights

[Verse One] ??? [Verse Two] We detoured on a interstate Turnpike dat freeway On a roundabout near a speedway We bypass yo weak chase Full throttle no clutch suicidals go up Dat's when dat horsepower go nuts And we leave you roadside in dat dust Now we ducced off cul-de-sac U-turn? I don't know what's bacc Wit dis rear view I don't notice cats I'm reclined throwed bacc seats lime she Coke blacc Torque steer in forth gear at da Apex wit no brakes left Downforce on a round course When it come ta rap I got da right a way Ain't no pedestrians in Elija way Blow my own horn I could die da day But air-bag'll take my life away Got spare gas in my drive-way Also known as my rhyme book My fair cash when you ride aye Get off da chrome I shine look She roll wit me in dim days Roll wit me in dim nights NE OXD ta dat Veg dat BLVD is her vice Said she roll wit me in dim days Roll wit me in dim nights NE OXD ta dat Veg dat BLVD is her vice