Текст песни Elvis Presley Blvd. - Project Pat , Rick Ross
Hood
Billionaire
Nigga
need
that
quinine
I'm
making
more
with
the
baking
soda,
don't
hate
on
me
You
know
where
I'm
at
though
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
Got
the
dog
food,
the
soft
nigga
and
the
hard
You
can
tell
them
crackers
they
can
go
and
get
the
dogs
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
Riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
Got
the
boy,
got
the
girl
and
I
got
the
heart
Tell
them
pussy
crackers
they
can
bring
the
dogs
I
got
Priscilla,
I
got
Priscilla
I
got
vanilla,
boy,
I
got
vanilla
I
been
that
nigga,
I
been
that
nigga
I
bend
that
corner,
I'm
stacking
scrilla
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
Got
the
dog
food,
the
soft
nigga
and
the
hard
You
can
tell
them
crackers
they
can
go
and
get
the
dogs
My
face
familiar,
my
face
familiar
Half
a
milli
for
the
whip,
this
bitch'll
hurt
your
feelings
I
could
fly
Priscilla,
send
her
in
the
mail
She
got
Meek
Milly
cellphone
in
the
county
jail
I'm
at
the
car
wash
off
on
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
That
nina
hit
your
van,
your
ass
gon'
holla
"good
God"
You
feel
that
itch,
you
feel
that
itch
That
heroin
moving
fast,
boy,
I'm
getting
rich
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
Got
the
dog
food,
the
soft
nigga
and
the
hard
You
can
tell
them
crackers
they
can
go
and
get
the
dogs
Run
up
in
the
trap,
I
push
the
panic
button
Lil'
'Toine
snorting
coke,
he
ain't
scared
of
nothing
Bumping
Playa
Fly
until
a
player
die
Charged
'em
for
the
nine
gram,
but
I
gave
a
five
My
baking
soda
fine,
I'm
baking
over
dimes
I
got
them
brown
bags,
I
bet
they
know
it's
mine
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
Can
I
park
an
airplane
in
a
nigga
yard?
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
Riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
Got
the
boy,
got
the
girl
and
I
got
the
heart
Tell
them
pussy
crackers
they
can
bring
the
dogs
Crushing
them
sleepin'
pills
up,
I'm
steppin'
on
the
dawg
Bringing
down
a
half
a
thing,
mane,
get
these
puppies
off
Hard
work
pays
off,
get
more
if
you
selling
soft
Catch
you
slipping
out
here
though,
my
dog,
we
knock
your
melon
off
They
cannot
stunt,
shoot
them
rifles
long
like
African
Got
them
young
boys
shooting
shit
up
like
Africans
Me
gold
in
me
mouth,
'round
my
neck
like
leprechaun
Lamborghini
or
Ferrari,
watch
these
bitches
come
Stacking
funds
off
the
drugs,
me
go
quick
to
rob
the
clubs
Nigga
mouth
was
full
of
slugs,
left
these
bodies
full
of
slugs
Met
me
on
the
south
side
of
the
city
with
the
whole
thing
Iced
'em
with
the
heater,
took
his
shit,
it's
a
cold
game
His
niggas
know
I
done
it,
now
it's
rumors
they
want
my
head
Got
my
Russian
bitch
sleeping
with
me
right
in
the
bed
My
niggas
killing
about
this
shit,
for
realling
about
this
shit
Fuck
around
and
get
a
hundred
years,
dawg,
about
this
shit
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
I'm
riding
down
Elvis
Presley
BLVD
Got
the
dog
food,
the
soft
nigga
and
the
hard
You
can
tell
them
crackers
they
can
go
and
get
the
dogs
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