Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Boston , by - Big Shug. Song from the album Lyrical Flow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.04.2009
Record label: Eurostreetz
Song language: English
My Boston |
| Yeah, we got it poppin right now, Boston baby. |
| This is my town. |
| Uh ha |
| I got some peeps with me though. |
| My man Singapore Kane, Termanology |
| Ah ha. |
| We goin' in right now. |
| Hold it down for Boston baby |
| It’s our time right now. |
| We ain’t got next, we got now You feel me? |
| Boston, that’s what it is. |
| Ah ha, yeah, here we go |
| «Reppin' Boston» — Big Shug |
| It’s not the NBA, we don’t jump in the air and bump |
| It’s around the way, where cats jump outta the car and dump |
| Boston |
| Where some cats, guns are props |
| Some pop, some end up in the morgue shop |
| From Blue Hill Ave, to Talbot Ave, to Derby Park |
| I pushed the whips, hustle my money, and got my start |
| Norfolk Park is where I rocked and bared my soul |
| Boston, outta control, death toll |
| We got cops on foot, and bike patrol |
| It’s been the same way since I was eight years old |
| Racism |
| We beat that back |
| I seen the whole world, but I still keep comin' back |
| I love my town, not for Paul Revere |
| But for Big Shug’s legend and Murderpan Square |
| Touch the stage, as a GangStarr survivor |
| I rep for Boston, and it gets no liver |
| Than… |
| Boston, aye |
| My Boston, ho |
| My town |
| My Boston, hey |
| My Boston, ho |
| «Reppin' Boston» |
| My town |
| My Boston, hey |
| My Boston, ho |
| My Boston, hey |
| «Reppin' Boston» |
| Yo, think of Boston I think of racists, Charles Stuart cases |
| Crooked jakes shine flashlights in our faces |
| Home of the Red Sox, Celtics, and the Patriots |
| And crash dummy kids with guns ready to spray shit |
| Every city’s the same shit, don’t matter the size |
| Anywhere the population is poor, then you got crimes |
| Some dudes be doin' crimes, some dudes be doin' rhymes |
| Salute, my dawgs in the System doin' their time |
| What you think? |
| Cause we got Harvard |
| Boston niggas don’t be robbin', mobbin' when we starvin'? |
| Smoke blunts like Redeye back in the Garden |
| We’ll see who’s hard, when you’re confronted by my squadron |
| Talk on and on 'bout your million gats, but if you’re pussy |
| We’ll skin you like Brazilian Wax |
| A lotta cats die flossin' |
| Bitches shed tears for years cause you got Paul Pierced in my Boston |
| Boston, aye |
| My Boston, ho |
| My town |
| My Boston, hey |
| My Boston, ho |
| «Reppin' Boston» |
| My town |
| My Boston, hey |
| My Boston, ho |
| My Boston, hey |
| «Reppin' Boston» |
| One two |
| Jeah, it’s the L-A-W-T-O-W-N |
| Law-town, niggas done it again |
| Let me tell you 'bout my city |
| It’s wild gritty |
| I got a hundred and fifty spics that ride with me |
| Wanna know 'bout crooked cops livin' in Boston? |
| Hit the block, bust a homie, cop get the pardon |
| You can learn about my Bean in Hi-D |
| These sirens in my dreams |
| It’s a wild scene |
| Mamas in the street pick up their son, like «Why me? |
| «No I.D., the boy got stuck like I.V.s |
| Throw my threes, these wild streets, can’t retire me |
| On my beats, they all bang, like I signed with Preem |
| Legendary like, Paul Pierce in the wheelchair |
| Lotta cats hatin' on me, but I’m still here |
| From Hell-town, back to Mattapan Square |
| Beware! |
| What a wonderful place to live |
| Boston, aye |
| My Boston, ho |
| My town |
| My Boston, hey |
| My Boston, ho |
| «Reppin' Boston» |
| My town |
| My Boston, hey |
| My Boston, ho |
| My Boston, hey |
| «Reppin' Boston» |