Princess Superstar - Cold Tea, LLC Lyrics
Yo, here's a big story 'bout Boston and cold teaIt was me Dougie P and Jeff we call him KenneyLeft from the Port on the Peter Pan TrailwaysChillin' with Doug's parents for a coupla daysPat and Dave yeah that was Dougie's folksDoug asked for the wagon but his dad said nopeWe wanted to jet but Dave sparked the barbequeSo we ate up the chicken and then we cut loosePat drove the wagon yeah into townShe was off to catch the Boston Pops symphony soundWe thanked her for the ride and she gave Doug some moneyShe said don't forget the subway closes at 12:30Headed to the bar but I had no I.D.I had to flirt with the bouncer just to gain entryHad a few here and we had a few thereBustin' all that shit in Harvard SquareCold Tea-I need itShit got..... (ugly)Damn 12 rolled around and we was feelin' looseThen the bartender says he's stoppin' sellin' the juiceAll the bars here close at 1 amSo it's time to head out back to the suburbs againBut Kenny wouldn't have it he was rarin' to goSo for the after-hours we decided to scopeAsked all the locals where's the place to beThey said ya gotta go to Chinatown and ask for cold teaWe were real psyched so we hopped the taxiSpotted our place it was called the DynastySmiled at the waiter, ordered *****tails for 3He said we got the pork fried rice but we don't have no cold teaWe was real bummin' but we needed a snackSo we ordered on up the fancy Pu-Pu PlatAte all the grease from that crazy platterWe had no cold tea we was just gettin' fatter!Cold-Tea-Give it to me!Shit got..... (ugly)Damn we had no more money yeah and nowhere to goIt was just us on the street with some bums, some hoesThen these Boston hicks stumbled onto the streetThey was lookin' to do something that was 'neat'They said we don't know what to do, do youI said we're not from here, what the ***** is new?What is up with this Boston townThere ain't nothin' to do but but sit your butt on the groundMy butt was real tired I was on the concreteSo I said yo let's go to Park StreetWe got in the hicks' car they was drivin' real fastThey was all juiced up, foot was glued to the gasI thought we were gonna die for sureSo I motioned to my crew, I unlocked the doorHe said don't worry honey I'm an Amtrack ConducterAnd do you have a friend as cute as you, I'd like to ***** herI said to them yo ya'alls all dorksGet me on that Peter Pan back to New York!!!Cold-Tea-I need it!Shit got..... (ugly)Damn!
