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Saints Row Rap

Yeah, growing up on the Saints Row
With decked out guns and cars
(Decked out guns and cars)
Whenever we roll by, everyone knows who we are
(Knows who we are)
You know being a gangsta
Has got it’s pros and cons
(Got it’s pros and cons)
But the best part is we got it going on
Got so many gangs I don’t know what to do with
Already at the top, and I’m only the new kid
Fuck the Syndicate, bitches you can’t do shit
Cuz me and my crew?
Ain’t nothing to screw with
Gimme huge tits, talkin' triple D’s
Any less than that won’t get me in your jeans
I’m off Saints Row, rollin' with steez
And I drive the kinda car you would own in your dreams
BITCH!
Flashin' bills like indecent exposure
Tossin' off my overcoat to show you my boner
If you got a business, I’ll bend it over
With no hold-up, i’ll become the owner
Fuck the po-po, let 'em choke on donuts
I’ll jump up on your face and make you taste your scrotum
I’ll drop a couple bombs, watch the whole place blow up
Too busy causing mayhem, no time to grow up
Yeah, growing up on the Saints Row
With decked out guns and cars
(Decked out guns and cars)
Whenever we roll by, everyone knows who we are
(Knows who we are)
You know being a gangsta
Has got it’s pros and cons
(Got it’s pros and cons)
But the best part is we got it going on
I get more respect than that Ghandi guy does
People bow down whenever I throw gang signs up
I tell you to leave town, and you’re like «what?»
Better pack your shit, like you were a tight butt
More swag than the Jackson 5
Stylish jive like Michael, back to life
I mack on every chick that I’m passin' by
Because I’m pimped out and don’t ask me why (duh)
Ridin' around iced-out in bling
And I get into the club for free because I own it, G
Make you depressed like middle-age biddy
Cuz I’m sicker than silicone titties, no kidding
Don’t let me catch you trash talking and crap
Or I’ma blast back at you like a bad flashback
Give you Rebecca Black status so you get laughed at
And tweet a «fuck you» hashtag, backhand slap, BLAH!
Growing up on the Saints Row
With decked out guns and cars
(Decked out guns and cars)
Whenever we roll by, everyone knows who we are
(Knows who we are)
You know being a gangsta
Has got it’s pros and cons
(Got it’s pros and cons)
But the best part is we got it going on
Run all you want, but you will not get far
Blowing satchel charges like a Charizard
I’ll be running you down before you start your car
And then I’ll knock your ass out with the Fart in a Jar
Viper Laser Rifle taking you to the ground
Blinged-out shotguns, what’s that?
Get down!
Drop a sonic boom just because it’s so damn loud
Cyber blast you in space and it won’t make a sound
I’ve served more ass than a horny waiter
More self-obsessed than chronic masturbators
I got more pipe than Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater
And when I’m feeling dirty, I whip out my penetrator
I make Killbane look like Darth Vader
And I use the force on all my bitches and haters
There’s only one law when you’re on Saints Row:
I rule and you blow
Yeah, growing up on the Saints Row
With decked out guns and cars
(Decked out guns and cars)
Whenever we roll by, everyone knows who we are
(Knows who we are)
You know being a gangsta
Has got it’s pros and cons
(Got it’s pros and cons)
But the best part is we got it going on