On The Boulevard by Tuan X Lyrics
[Verse 1: Justin Allen]
Top down rollin'
Shades on, wind blowin'
Hands up! Get 'em high
It feels like you in the sky
Let's cruise, slow down a little bit
Bumpin' Tuan X & you feelin' it
I agree, "That's my shit!"
I couldn't then, so I had to get a verse on this
Yo! Let's make dough
Havin you is inspiration
I'll make mo', promise to lay low
Far from flamboyant but behind the scenes
I'm showin' off & what's in my jeans
It's just in my genes
Turn around sit it down
I know what to do, never ask "hit it how?"
Switchin' up only gettin' you aroused
Simmer down, neighbors hear you gettin' loud
Wow!
[Hook: Tuan X]
Love feelin' on your curves
You are the one I serve
Might make your body my verb
(On The Boulevard)
Love feelin' on your curves
You are the one I serve
Wanna take you places you ain't heard of
(On The Boulevard)
[Verse 2: Tuan X]
I love it when the yellow sun hits your chocolate skin
If this is blasphemy, well, call it a chocolate sin
Only time I believe in God is when I hear your heart
Only time I believe in souls is when I hear you walk
Only time I praise the Lord is when I hear you talk
Otherwise I'm like, "fuck all of that bullshit"
This London weather's gritty, the view is so sick
Let's hit the promenade and see one of them Shakespeare skits
Oh Juliet, oh Juliet your booty's so thick
Thank tomorrow for today if I don't see it
And when the sun clears the rain again
We gon' hit the strip spend a couple Queens and then
Gon' flip the script might take a fuckin' cruise B
Show it to the world make a fuckin' movie
But for now let's just go see the London Guard
While we on the.. (lol) yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tuan X]
Yeah, let the candle glow
I want to see you dim lit with the music low
A glass of red wine there, take a sip or two
Martin Luther "NYCG" sets the mood
A nice Italian dinner, fettuccine with pesto
I'm loud 'round the white folk cuz I'm ghetto
You ask for a doggy bag cuz you ghetto too
Ooh, that's that shit I love about you
I got desert for you waiting up in the Aloft suite
I mean, I'm full but you know I can always eat
Let's stiff a cab, sneak on a bus, whatever
Crime is always fun when it's done together
A couple kisses and a fondle in the backseat
I love the place where your legs and your back meet
I let you do you, I love it when you do me
But it's my turn now, lay down B
[Hook]
Top down rollin'
Shades on, wind blowin'
Hands up! Get 'em high
It feels like you in the sky
Let's cruise, slow down a little bit
Bumpin' Tuan X & you feelin' it
I agree, "That's my shit!"
I couldn't then, so I had to get a verse on this
Yo! Let's make dough
Havin you is inspiration
I'll make mo', promise to lay low
Far from flamboyant but behind the scenes
I'm showin' off & what's in my jeans
It's just in my genes
Turn around sit it down
I know what to do, never ask "hit it how?"
Switchin' up only gettin' you aroused
Simmer down, neighbors hear you gettin' loud
Wow!
[Hook: Tuan X]
Love feelin' on your curves
You are the one I serve
Might make your body my verb
(On The Boulevard)
Love feelin' on your curves
You are the one I serve
Wanna take you places you ain't heard of
(On The Boulevard)
[Verse 2: Tuan X]
I love it when the yellow sun hits your chocolate skin
If this is blasphemy, well, call it a chocolate sin
Only time I believe in God is when I hear your heart
Only time I believe in souls is when I hear you walk
Only time I praise the Lord is when I hear you talk
Otherwise I'm like, "fuck all of that bullshit"
This London weather's gritty, the view is so sick
Let's hit the promenade and see one of them Shakespeare skits
Oh Juliet, oh Juliet your booty's so thick
Thank tomorrow for today if I don't see it
And when the sun clears the rain again
We gon' hit the strip spend a couple Queens and then
Gon' flip the script might take a fuckin' cruise B
Show it to the world make a fuckin' movie
But for now let's just go see the London Guard
While we on the.. (lol) yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tuan X]
Yeah, let the candle glow
I want to see you dim lit with the music low
A glass of red wine there, take a sip or two
Martin Luther "NYCG" sets the mood
A nice Italian dinner, fettuccine with pesto
I'm loud 'round the white folk cuz I'm ghetto
You ask for a doggy bag cuz you ghetto too
Ooh, that's that shit I love about you
I got desert for you waiting up in the Aloft suite
I mean, I'm full but you know I can always eat
Let's stiff a cab, sneak on a bus, whatever
Crime is always fun when it's done together
A couple kisses and a fondle in the backseat
I love the place where your legs and your back meet
I let you do you, I love it when you do me
But it's my turn now, lay down B
[Hook]