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
meter, 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
our teams win it all, all we get's a rolling rally, And every goddamn function's MC'd by Mike O'mally. It's 2008 and new kids are still the rage, Well
very last time I felt a simple thing going past Was it the day in old Georgia When you were trying to take a bath? She sees the Day Lily's Boston sign
you can go to Junior's, Dave's on Canal St. And I think there's Ken's in Boston There must be something in L.A. But Becky's on Kings Highway Was the
ends where yuh trad from gun shot mek yuh fall like the bridge ova london when it kick yuh like vandam dis me outa east and meh buck yuh up ah boston
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
