Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Regular, artist - Polyester the SaintDate of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On the Regular |
| When the sun falls, I bet I rise up |
| You say you swinging in the streets, homie put your ride up |
| I be in the late night, dipping from the coppers |
| The birds all buddy but that ain’t the only chopper |
| I’m finna cop an El Co and name her Cyndi Lauper |
| Up in the gate, don’t wanna be tamed, you know you can’t stop us |
| Leather on the seat with the custom moon roof |
| Pop up the hood, that’s a LS, boo |
| Don’t talk if you bluffing, we all pulling up here |
| I started out with a bucket, now I’m out here slumping |
| I had to hit the brick just to brush up on my hands |
| Double up my bands, hustle hard, I’m in the field, you in the stands |
| You seeing it, huh? |
| You feeling it, bruh? |
| No need for it, bruh |
| So now what’s up? |
| Come try your luck |
| I can’t be touched |
| My squad’s full of a chosen few |
| Go get us doing what we supposed to do |
| Hella gang, I been cheddar king |
| Building paid by breaking rules |
| Chose a righteous path and I doubled up |
| Southern California where we coming from |
| Cause the old school look like a movie |
| I be putting that in 91 in my |
| I just need to go fast |
| I just need to go fast |
| She ain’t tryna slow you down when you coming up with me |
| I do fly shit on the regular |
| You be doing all that talking but never pop off |
| If you step you leaving with nothing so don’t you run up |
| Picking up the pieces, now watch as your boy cut up |
| Focus 4 in the morning before ya little bum’s rush |
| They say you reap what you sow, I guess I been here before |
| My rolls go past the flow and I laugh at foes |
| I could hit you with the gangster lean, stealin' my creezes |
| Ain’t no faking, I’m freeze, all my haters deceased |
| Plus my paper don’t sleeve, ain’t no waiting the week |
| I want that cash in the bag, don’t be cutting my cheese |
| I’m a walking one man show, baby gon' take you a seat |
| Now put the pedal to the metal and turn the keys |
| Now you dogging, Yoda chosen |
| Palm tree coasting, the road is open |
| With the Alpine on blast |
| Beating up the block, ain’t no coming back, ghetto slap |
| Ghetto slab |
| Chose a righteous path and I doubled up |
| Southern California where we coming from |
| Cause my old school look like a movie |
| I be putting that in 91 in my |
| I just need to go fast |
| I just need to go fast |
| She ain’t tryna slow you down when you coming up with me |
| I do fly shit on the regular |