Lyrics:
It started back in '94 with the passing of a Boston Jake
And all it took to grab my heart was the sound that the bagpipes made
So on with my life I
with Boston if your top different
Every time I turn around, they say an opp missing
Wanna know how niggas dying? Niggas keep dissing
But I don't get
untangle her
From the Boston Strangler
He's going to mangle her
The Boston Strangler
The police can't find him; several dead
They're looking for the man
your name
A little Boston in your attitude
Just the way you were raised
A little Irish in your blood
A little Polish in your name
A little Boston in
Joseph, bloody hell.
Right now we're here in Boston,
In love with downtown crossing.
New York will be there in the morning.
Come back to bed, my
Yo, here's a big story 'bout Boston and cold tea
It was me Dougie P and Jeff we call him Kenney
Left from the Port on the Peter Pan Trailways
held dreams of Boston all of my life
Chinatown between the sound of the night
But if you leave I just don't think I could take it
Take it
Take it
Take it
My father once told this to me
Boston's gritty history
Another ruthless battle
In a useless holy war
Handed down discrepancies
And tensions
And the Porsche is peach, felt like Boston George
Left Boston Market, did deals on Boston Beach
Now I bought the beach, all because they applaud my speech
One
Tú 'tás fría como Boston
Pregunta' en mi cabeza
"¿A quién carajo tú besa'?"
Yeah, no me mire' mal a mí (mal a mí)
No estuvimo' tanto tiempo
berry inna
Him head shot a sing
Pussy swear seh di World Twin
Tower drop on him
Pebble big like weh American tank a fling
Is a gun from Boston name Don
Let's make this a slow dance, ladies' choice
See now, it's eight o'clock in Boston
And Fileen's has just locked up
It's so good to see the sky
Spoke to my girl on the phone t'other day
She said she wish I'd come there right away
In Boston Massachusetts where she lives
Got to get there
and thieves (aw, but they're cool people)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
Frustrated women (I
Looking down at all the things that got the best of me
No more late night drives to Boston
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind was bent on rambling to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed
going to Boston
I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start it over
Where no one knows my name
I'll get out of California
I'm tired
I have left my heart in Boston
And I left my soul in springtime
And Iâ??ve forgotten how it feels to be in love again
And I still miss you
going to Boston
I think I'll start a new life
I think I'll start it over
Where no one knows my name
I'll get out of California
I'm tired
you never was a badman
You always was a infomer
You try fi sell out Mr palmer
And you try fi sell out all the Gaza
And that's why boston, burn him!
New
Yo, here's a big story 'bout Boston and cold tea
It was me Dougie P and Jeff we call him Kenney
Left from the Port on the Peter Pan Trailways
Scales
Eight bells rang out in Port Royale
Eight bells rang out in Boston town
Eight bells rang out in Nassau
The night the Merry Widow went down
numbers, flip a
Key, fuck some haters, shake 'em off
Get a P, sell that bitch for thirty-three
Like I'm in Boston
Pockets full of blue hundreds
Yeah that's
they're cool, too
Well, I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home
Oh, you're the number one place
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have
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