get that same old feelin' I had in my younger days And I can show you the way It's just a game we play It's easy, takin' it day by day It's easy, easy, easy
to say are so hard to find If you doubt what your love is about it can ease you mind And I can show you the way It's just a game we play It's easy, takin' it
told me that it just couldn't be You don't wanna go out with me No I'm not sad, I don't even care 'Cause dumb boys like you are everywhere yeah, that's
it like that Yo mike g from the jungle brothers, man New orleans got it like that New york city got it like that Los angeles got it like that Cleveland got it
what you like It ain't easy bein me, by day or night But it's easy bein free to recite what you like Hip-Hop is my inalienable right When it comes to
It's been long day bussin' watchin' my songs pay After the show I'm tryna kick it the King Kong way Caribou Lou and got the music machine on play All
If I said what's on my mind You'd turn and walk away Disappearing way back in your dreams It's so hard to be unkind So easy just to say That everything
is some old Janet Jackson type of @#! but it ain't about that This if the real, the street life trauma Yo, I grew up rough in the streets of Boston
, what's happenin' playa? Dave, all my niggaz at radio Retail, all the DJs, you know what it is All my Boston niggaz, Atlanta niggaz All my New York niggaz, what's
poets in a rock band. If I could travel back in time and carry out one simple plan, I would transform into your shotgun and I'd make that trigger jam. It's
plate, put the needle on the plate Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up Wait back it up, hup, easy back it up
I've got the serum and I'm going to take it All the way to Boston, oh I've got to get through The going won't be easy, but I'm going to make it It's the
I made that trip and she wasn't hard to please She needed lots of lovin' it was easy to see We rocked the house, if you know what I mean. It's like
new life over He writes me letters every week To say how much he's slavin' And he promises that he'll be back Before the hay needs savin' But it's hard
One you never seen before Don't you do that Don't you do that Don't you do that Well you heard about the Boston It's not one of those Well, talkin' '
it cascade through my hair And across my chest, and the phone rings. And it's my mother. And she says a??HI HONEY HOW'S BOSTON?a?? And I stand there
the other on her easy chair. I'll send her roses, send her roses everyday. If I don't go down another dirt road, I don't think it's gonna hurt my day.
