On The Boulevard

[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]