[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Nights down the boulevard (What it used to be)
It's not what it used to be (What it used to)
Nights down the boulevard (What it used)
It's not what it used to be (What it used to be)
Nights down the boulevard
It's not what it used to be (What it used to be)
Nights down the boulevard

[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
Down to the gristle, ridin' up your block with that four-hundred-thousand-dollar matte finish plum Maybach
Some say that I'm Pat Sajak
Many y'all's Black exploitation filmin' they track
Leanin' up on Fairfax
She want me to play in that town with that shirt Joseph Abboud
Paramount Pictures show a movie good
I was shocked to see Peg Entwistle commitin' suicide
Nobody should be jumpin' off the lettеr H off the Hollywood sign
'Cause the mountains bring drеams to everybody's mind
Some sittin' on the casting couch to get cosigned
Waitin' forever
Valet, you see the broad of your dream pull up in the Porsche behind
Now I lift her asscheeks up like Moriah Mills 'cause I'm Zion
The floss lion, commissioner of the film capital
Since Larry O'Brien
When record labels were signin'
Even motherfuckers like Simple Simon
When they didn't know VVS diamonds
I been saw Jody Watley in Climax
They don't know time went by on they Timex
Days people hopped out of silver gloss
In front of the 9000 building with a top hat
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Nights down the boulevard (What it used to be)
It's not what it used to be (What it used)
Nights down the boulevard (What it used)
It's not what it used to be (What it used to be)
Nights down the boulevard
It's not what it used to be

[Verse 2: Marc Live]
How many n***as gon' learn lessons?
Smith & Wesson, second-guessin'
We on the stage in them gators rhymin' crazy
Jealous n***as lookin' lazy
We in the booth, Terminator, '80s
Arnold status, you lookin' mal-managed
It's no shows, it's no beats, it's no damage
You all talk, you ham sandwich
Them lame n***as bad language
Fuck you cats actin' hard, screamin' please
There's no help, there's no guns, no set G
It's no Elvis
You sucker n***as eat the pelvis, you get the guns
Cock back, hittin' layers
Bubble Gooses gettin' shredded, you in the feathers
Pleather leathers, no Avirexs
N***a's a stealth bomber, under-armor
You n***as need a father, you need a label
You need a camp, you need a stable
I'll put your horses down, real fatal
King Kong never needs a favor
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Nights down the boulevard (What it used to be)
It's not what it used to be (What it used)
Nights down the boulevard (What it used to be)
It's not what it used to be (What it used to be)
Nights down the boulevard
It's not what it used to be