Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Light Green Light, artist - Illy. Album song Long Story Short, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: illy
Song language: English
Red Light Green Light |
Double S, One Dayers |
Illy, Illy |
Syd city in the house |
Illy we looking fly as fuck |
Man we joyriding |
We joyriding on these toys |
For now they call me Mr Nice |
Still stuck in the pits |
And I’m glad your magic boots gone |
And y’all missed the flight for me |
So on, so ready, no wrong |
Tripping off your hater ray |
Mixed with ice |
I know exactly how the scene does |
Between us I’m kinda glad |
At how Sydney has cleaned up |
No dissing my predecessors |
I heed your lessons |
But Sydney looked dead till |
I put my team up |
You could stumble from the sky |
And in all your troubles |
You could find I’m flyer |
Spit it like a scene from the wire |
Baby, I’m clean |
Still your biggers should checked Mark Briar |
Toy boys, time to jack the flow for ransom |
If I get my hands on a slice |
I’ll come back with a loaf |
That’s food for the family |
Red light greed light |
Who do I want on my team |
To heed lights |
We don’t stop, we don’t stop |
For no red light |
Uh, uh, say this shit don’t stop |
We ride till the end of the line |
Give me the green light |
But to me, all I see |
Is the gleam of the green in the light |
That’s the family |
Red light Green light |
Who do I want on my team |
To heed lights |
It’s been a minute |
Since I picked up the pen |
But Illy put the call out |
So I’m about to buck the trend |
And ball out |
But I’m not talking bucks my friend |
I’m not rich in what I got |
But what I got to give |
Sitting in gridlock city traffic |
Mundane madness got us stuck in stasis |
But Imma do a Tracy Chapman |
Hop a fast car hit the gas |
Never look backwards |
See we’ve come pretty far |
Since sixteen years |
Way more than I could fit |
In these sixteen bars |
A couple deadlines later |
We made a couple head lines |
Got the haters up past their bed time |
So from the inner west lines |
To wherever these bars take me |
We hit the brakes if we have to |
But if not, we non stop |
Suckers seeing red all I’m seeing is the green light |
We don’t stop, we don’t stop |
For no red light |
Uh, uh, say this shit don’t stop |
We ride till the end of the line |
Give me the green light |
But to me, all I see |
Is the gleam of the green in the light |
That’s the family |
Red light Green light |
Who do I want on my team |
To heed lights |
As soon as the lights change |
And with a baby |
Everything in my range |
Yeah I hit it, I’m crazy |
Lupi: It’s so good |
It’s so gravy |
These rappers sure looking like they just seen Swayze |
There ain’t much more |
Than a cinema screen |
As I stare back |
Eyes with a villainous gleam |
So what you won’t do, girl |
Just give me the green |
And imma do what I do |
Yeah, get you to dream |
Soon as I hit Melly |
Hit Illy on the cell |
And he got some five broads |
At the telly and I wonder |
If he only wanna fuck |
Cos I’m in Spit Syndicate? |
But, more importantly |
Do I give a shit? |
Ah no |
Not even a little bit |
I’m a boss |
I’m interstate |
Yeah |
Any minute taking off |
Never rich |
Nick the dawn and the inner west |
Get busy boys |
And we getting it on |
I’m gone |
We don’t stop, we don’t stop |
For no red light |
Uh, uh say this shit don’t stop |
We ride till the end of the line |
Give me the green light |
But to me, all I see |
Is the gleam of the green in the light |
That’s the family |
Red light Green light |
Who do I want on my team |
To heed lights |
So I gotta match the attitude |
Still much respect for those who blaze |
The same avenues I use |
But to come from the shadows |
In the city of kings? |
Can’t give a shit what anyone thinks |
So with that I say |
Fuck waiting in the queues |
Leapfrog them |
Jog and I still run rings |
No problem |
Dig, no turbo, no tints |
Fucker I don’t rims |
I could tram it |
And have your girlfriend want dibs |
And I don’t drop pins |
My city’s best list |
Reads Illy phrase books |
So anybody else want to get their toes wet |
Jump in |
But take it as a warning |
I won’t hit the brakes |
I hit the horn |
So if you in my sights |
Good night |
And baby if they stopping |
At the red light |
Wave them good bye |
Hooked up from my dub |
To Frankston line |
A young gun with an asterisk line |
Allow me to remind them |
We don’t stop, we don’t stop |
For no red light |
Uh, uh say this shit don’t stop |
We ride till the end of the line |
Give me the green light |
But to me, all I see |
Is the gleam of the green in the light |
That’s the family |
Red light Green light |
Who do I want on my team |
To heed lights |