Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boston, Ct, Philly, artist - JaysaunDate of issue: 17.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boston, Ct, Philly |
| Reppin' Boston |
| Special Teamz |
| I’m uninspired but I’m speaking through the wire |
| From the shots fired on any squad |
| Only one Special Teamz |
| Only one Demigodz |
| Only one Jaysaun, Reef, one Blacastan |
| Jameson and pickled juice |
| Guzzling a black and tan |
| You gotta keep your eye on |
| A legendary icon |
| Backspin on linoleum |
| Sprayin' a can of Krylon |
| I’m still doing graffiti |
| Since rabbit is on the TV |
| Vice grips changing the channel |
| I’m cramming to understand you |
| Recorded on your TV meth lab Breaking Bad |
| Shaving off the pubic hairs the only way to shake a crab |
| Niggas still bitter 'cause their music never panned out |
| Hated that you was stanned and hated more that I stand out |
| Used to have it planned out but now you got your hand out |
| Push everything you own in that shopping cart pan out |
| My therapist suspects I’m a terrorist |
| Pakistan, Middle East |
| Pack a jam for free drinks and half a gram nigga |
| Blacastan |
| I rep Demigodz |
| CT |
| I spit bars that strong enough to capsize the Titanic |
| I’m gigantic, rappers run frantic and panic |
| While I stand two feet planted in solid granite |
| The emperor, black, raw, regal, majestic |
| Never been tested |
| My local niggas who remain to be domestic |
| I hop planes abroad |
| We drink cock in your broad |
| I self lord and master |
| Doubts in your burning cross |
| All eye seeing |
| Niggas fleeing |
| When Blac’s emceeing |
| Effortlessly glide to the top |
| Cannibal drop |
| Cock it back and throw shots at your nought |
| Infectious rhymes nigga |
| I’m a virus in your laptop |
| Black top, Reebok pumps, '91 style |
| Deranged like serial killers that’s gone wild |
| I’m on trial for crimes committed when mic’s wilding |
| A thousand island with three or four dykes wilding |
| Postcards with long kites and send them my battalion niggas pics |
| Lost Cauze |
| City of Philly |
| Pharaoh clique |
| AOTP |
| I’m with the master builder |
| In the bean town back’s the killer |
| Blac' pass the L |
| Jay pass the liquor |
| So we can trash our livers |
| While we laughing niggas |
| Talking about they glass and triggers |
| When in fact you Scissor Sisters |
| I’m wicked spilling with the sickest temper |
| My team march with madness like the end of winter |
| Fuck your bracket we busting faggots |
| I clutch the ratchet you scumbag manservant |
| Make you dust my jacket and clean my Jordan 3's |
| My team a bunch of wild fat niggas |
| Yeah, we the new Disorderlies |
| I do this accordingly |
| While balls on sheet dicking down your girl |
| Oh yeah we put that whore to sleep |
| Who want war with Reef? |
| None of you dudes |
| Been asleep all winter now I’m coming for food |
| Throw your threes up |
| Philly niggas throw they heat up |
| They be there when you’re freed up |
| We G’d up from the feet up |
| Please believe us |
| Jaysaun |
| Blacastan |
| Lost Cause |