Lyrics:
I got my mind on the green even though I never been to Boston
Uh huh
See I was raised in the south by southwest
I ain't talking Austin
I make you
Don't want that shit if he had it I'm straight, I'll be good I'm straight all by my lonesome
Tryna get you home to do some grown up things I had them all
is green
Niggas be claiming they bosses
But they sweet like Boston Baked Beans
Don't rendezvous with lames man
Surround me by them real G's
Party in
on the prize dawg I seek the throne
I’m in my Element niggas ain’t telling me shit
I came to fuck the game up and watch it scream and moan
This shit written in
in your mouth
Niggas
Boston, Mass keep it thug with niggas
We never shuvin niggas we try to hug you niggas
It's the love it's the love
We never shuvin
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
of sudden lil shorty wan listen
A nigga from cali
She let me drive it
We was in Boston
Nigga its crowded
I ain used to the city
These bitches is pretty
Im so
a killer)
Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night
Sayin' I'm a killer
Did you ever think we would come to find?
Maybe in my dreams
I'm
I'm paranoid, I hate loud talking
When I'm by myself I hear people talking
Slide through Monroe County, we gon park him
We trafficking you might not see
fall in rut
I'm not smokin' no dutch, yeah i'm smoking swishers
I got this drip on me clutched up I keep my hitters
I'm off the monster
Earnhardt, get
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha HAA
It's 10-31
Yes I run with a gun
I'm crazy
Time to go have some fun
Betta move betta run
This ain't a dream
I can tell by
On tracks, I beast like Pecko
Just know that I'm ready to ride if you
Ready to slide and Dip low like techno
This joint for the fans in the stand
With their
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in a systematic matrix
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in
Get the worst when I bug this verse in a slug
Blaze wit eight clips, rip like some shit off the Matrix
Boston, state of mine, stay sick
Live rounds,
Call me Boston george, got a lotta hoes
They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn
an ink-dish,-fine, with a pink dish
(Oh its pink?-its-mine)
In Afghan feeling like Batman acting like Stewie, "I'm fighting off the fat man" (Uh)
Juliet and Romeo,
Niggas cookin in the kitchen
A murder was committed
I was fittin the description
A Detroit nigga scandelous, I'm an assassin
Trick Trick ain't gotta hit
good
But I'm the maniac in black, Mr. Snoop Eastwood
So I figure niggaz wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back
Trick you cin' movie in
I tried to give her ass a citation
But she got that counter clap and she started gyrating
I'm thing ‘bout the time and how much
this profit
Back and I'm making up losses
You know that it's me and the boys anytime we come knocking like
Trick or treat, it's Killa B
Knock
keep me down 'cause I'm too high
Last year was a bird, that shit flew by
I feel like a dragon yeah that blue eyes
Hop in that coupe let's go
Pull up with
From Boston to Southshore in the back of the bus,
It's the last winter storm of the season and such
And I am lost to the fiction of the book in my
still rolling through my memories
Watch her fly by in the New England rain
I'm Still wishing I was riding on the Boston and Maine
We'd stand by the tracks
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