an hour Radio on I feel like a roadrunner Yeah Can't ya hear it out in Boston now In California when it's late at night I'm on 930 heading outta
a walkin', a swimmin' Got a little chance at them good lookin' women Oh, they march on down to the foot of Beale Street Ah, then dance all night to that
on vegranci They've got all kinds In the Boston jail now they've got me In the county jail in old Boston They've got all kinds you see From all walks
these regions that was uncharted Leave your heart broken, yo I stand tall like buildings on Van Dyke's, all mics Beats strike like a noisy four train late night
these regions that was uncharted Leave your heart broken, yo I stand tall Like buildings on Van Dyke's, all mics Beats strike like a noisy four train late night
from the mind that's prime, arrive on time They rip into ya night to night, recite the type, of written Come inside the light, tonight's the night, we
it's not H to the Izzo But I push buttons like Jay shoulda did Joe Peoples choice the voice of my time With Royce Da 5'9", we boys at night shine I let
for me to cremate money, I earn it too Do this look like work to you? Nah [Chorus:] Looking at the lights like is all of this for me? Everyone the night
. Here comes ol' Nancy, walking right in time. Here comes the stripper, bringing on the night. Here come the boys, faces hidden from the light. Walk
girl, had dreams about her Thinking to myself some nights she got ("powered") But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-lolo Trick bitches jumped my boo at
In The Buildin Where Ya Stove At? Cook Em Up Strap Em Down Where The Road At?Strapped Up Plenty Bullets Nigga Hold That How You Steppin Outa Lead Shower Where Ya Robe At
Memphis Beat Whooo yeah Piano Solo Well people come a ridin' and a walkin' and a swimming Got a get a chance at them good lookin' women Walk em
When we got to Boston There was a TV in the room You were glowing Purple, green, red, black and blue And the light In the night Slammed the door And
out the sack experimentin with that salt, what about that crack, huh? One try, another try without a doubt papered out, always at the Powder house Day time, night
so good you can?t sit down We?re dancing at the ceili All the boys we loved so well So handsome young and charming They?re in New York and Boston now
fame In the game things'll never be the same Because money changes everything [ROUND 1: Donald D] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston
late at night I'm on I-30 headin' outta Little Rock Going to Texas down by the powerlines I see all the neon and it's cold at night I got my radio on
police around him, he got his cap peeled last night Fans in shock like they didn't know A white girl from Boston set him up at the show A Spanish kid walked