Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saints Row Rap, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 06.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |