[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 niggas gon' learn lessons?

Smith & Wesson, second-guessin'

We on the stage in them gators rhymin' crazy

Jealous niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas eat the pelvis, you get the guns

Cock back, hittin' layers

Bubble Gooses gettin' shredded, you in the feathers

Pleather leathers, no Avirexs

Nigga's a stealth bomber, under-armor

You niggas 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