Lyrics:
boat
Clean nose drain
Boston George
Pablo
Pot holes I swerve by those
At low milodge
Mean mileage
Comin up wit words so ironic
I mean ebonic
Way to da
effect the World in which we live
But if, as Dr Wesley said we're not going to change the World
By talking it into submission
You know, one has to act
Sittin' in a broken circle
While you rest upon my knee
This perfect moments will soon be leavin' me
Suzanne calls from Boston
The coffee's hot
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
Yeah man, yo Marla what's up
Yeah, Inebriated Beats, big up Boston, the whole Boston
Edo.G what's up man? I got you
We gon' bounce this now, can I
Oh nananana
Oh Oh Oh
Imma go and get it by myself yeah
Nananana Oh Oh Oh
Yeah
I speak for a billion kids
And their stories told through the life I
I talk, incredible hulk
A green monster like Boston
This game I'm lost in
I'm from space, a Martian
The earth I'm caught in
My pen skills starting
motherfuckin' people who feel like me
Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs
It's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me
So many lives I
eighteen years and
the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll
Her legend finally reached New York that Grove Street
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
are almost there
Our favorite place on earth
Massachusetts
It's the 14th biggest state
Massachusetts
Just four hours from New York
Read amazing
was covered with snow
So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles
was covered with snow
So was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
The Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles
just began
Peep the stance, got the cards in hand
Boston's being ran like got damn
Belicheck the plans; live from Maryland
Is where I am; couldn't give
hoes, I know that they is
I get some hoes to show where you live
I know you ain't tote no pole for real
I can't trust nothin', I post on the block by
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold?
may
(I got ta) Live my life by the day
(I got ta) Help out a friend that's in trouble
(I got ta) Tell 'em we all have to struggle
(I got ta) Go
Go 'head ask Iverson what I do to the mic, I like
Thinking of drinking as life when you lose
Cause if you live for the cheers then you gon' die from
This perfect moment moment will soon be leaving me
Suzanne calls from Boston the coffee's hot the corn is high
And that same sun that warms your
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
You better not come live down here
We drank champagne we don't fuck
With beer down here
We straight snakes we come at'cha
From the rear down here
We
Not many men these days
Can live the old free life
With nothing but a pickle pack
Riding suicide in the night
Not playing songs to get paid
Never
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