Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rude Boy Hip Hop, artist - Styles P. Album song Phantom and The Ghost, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.04.2014
Song language: English
Rude Boy Hip Hop |
| That 187 when the ghost on spree |
| I like the toy rappers run for cover tonight |
| It’s 187 when the lights on spree |
| It’s that rude boy hip hop, New York shit that you like |
| Vocals out of the windpipe is giving you insight |
| Real New York nigga, that’s word to the pin stripes |
| Can’t fly the kite less the wind right |
| Blow the city up then skip on that Jeremy Lin light |
| Yeah, I’m a shooter like Glen Rice |
| Long range and the Range the color of corn |
| Watching the Bull game |
| Like bird in the garden with the leprechauns |
| Everything is money, upper echelon |
| Cheaper than the food in a Chinese restaurant |
| On the corner in the hood |
| They come to body a man, you’d warn them if you could |
| If you can’t you body them niggas and leave 'em in the woods |
| Faith before favor, lighten our senses since Scarface here |
| Niggas will kill your family for Scarface bread |
| I’m on suicide dough, SP, the ghost on coast with no strap flow |
| What up |
| That 187 when the ghost on spree |
| I like the toy rappers run for cover tonight |
| It’s 187 when the lights on spree |
| It’s that rude boy hip hop, New York shit that you like |
| Lyricist, the weed is the therapist, the therapy |
| Cause my pedigree is higher than yours will ever be |
| Devil got kicked out of heaven because of jealousy |
| Balls is like mental telepathy with melody |
| Niggas can’t measure my wave length |
| Playing Max B when I’m pounding the pavement |
| You should get paid off the shit you engaged in |
| Fresh every day like the shit’s an occasion |
| Tell my son to do what I say, don’t do what I do |
| Did shit I shouldn’t have done for a dollar or two |
| And you’ll always be the leader, never follow the crew |
| Study today then peep what tomorrow could do |
| And you keep your ears open for wise words |
| The bird’s the only animal that’s meant to fly first |
| Cause you crawl before you walk and you walk before you run |
| And you fly around the world and you shine like you the sun |
| That 187 when the ghost on spree |
| I like the toy rappers run for cover tonight |
| It’s 187 when the lights on spree |
| It’s that rude boy hip hop, New York shit that you like |