Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Riders, artist - The Game. Album song Superman, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.01.2013
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Street Riders |
| These children are living in a world where their friends, their brothers, |
| their sisters, their cousins, their classmates are dying violently |
| They are trying to live with good thoughts, with hope, and with vibrancy in a |
| world that offers them that |
| Our only, only choice is to stand in here with them and to say you’re right, |
| you can hope for a better life, you can do it differently |
| Miss Shakur did not go on a rampage about the people who shot her son |
| I’m feeling like a muthafuckin' boss bangin' 2Pac |
| High as a muthafuckin' Queensbridge rooftop |
| Blowing on this purple haze, feelin' invincible |
| Sellin' dope, never snitch, hood nigga principles |
| Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga |
| Even when I’m finga fuckin' hoes, finga on tha trigga |
| Diamonds in my crucifix, feelin' like a priest |
| Open the doors of my garage, see that '92 Caprice |
| Soldier for the cause, don’t leave home without the strap |
| Know the map like the back of my hand, therefore I trap |
| See them cars and them street bikes, shining under street lights |
| Blowing on this peace pipe, welcome to the street life |
| Can’t sleep through the night |
| Man, you better believe that I’m a street rider |
| Can’t sleep through the night |
| I keep it tucked in my sleeves cause I’m a street rider (Uh-huh) |
| I’m a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur (Uh-huh) |
| And addicted to money, cars and hoes (Uh-huh) |
| Got my toolie tucked and ready to draw (Uh-huh) |
| With a middle finger up, screamin', 'fuck that law!' |
| (Uh-huh) |
| The Phantom can’t hold me, so I went and bought a Spider |
| Nigga, I Swizz Beatz like a fucking Ruff Ryder |
| Can-am engine, suicide rims |
| Niggas can’t live wit' it: commit suicide then |
| Wish cancer on a hater, wish AIDs on a slut |
| Take the ride kill me 'cause ain’t a bitch that I trust |
| I’m just rollin' up this kush, 'bout to crash my girl truck |
| Her friend texted me tryna to kick it like the world cup |
| She just tryna get some ace of spades, tryna hit the blunt |
| She a cunt, hit her once and call her ass next month |
| See these bitches tryna stunt and these niggas stay hatin' |
| See my watch a cold bitch, call that hoe Sarah Palin |
| All my albums went platinum, nigga, thanks to the block |
| Voice raspy as ever, nigga, thanks to them shots |
| Back reppin' Aftermath, nigga, thanks to the Doc |
| And these hoes in my Panamera thanks to Ciroc |
| Can’t sleep through the night |
| To all of my gangstas, street rider |
| Can’t sleep through the night |
| Goin' out to mu hustlas, street rider (Uh-huh) |
| I’m a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur (Uh-huh) |
| And addicted to money, cars and hoes (Uh-huh) |
| Got my toolie tucked and ready to draw (Uh-huh) |
| With a middle finger up, screamin', 'fuck that law!' |
| (Uh-huh) |
| I switch from chillin' |
| Cause rappers harassin' me, illin' |
| They rich, infatuated by just casually livin' |
| The bitch could have a threesome with 'em, so now they pimpin' |
| Lil' monkey, that’s how a king is 'pose to be |
| How you open, when she willin' |
| Let me take you to '87 |
| 14 years old, I was a ladies legend |
| 38, a bird in the safe, '98 Oldsmobile |
| I ain’t frontin', I don’t know Pharrell |
| He wear pastel colors |
| I wear the pain of the Soledad brothers |
| And them chrome gat busters |
| An R&B wife on the arm, I close shop |
| I showed niggas they first Bentley, fuck I window shop |
| Show niggas they first ice, now they like, 'I love you' |
| Remember when they hustle, was tryna sue Russell |
| For what other nigga did to him, sounds sickenin' |
| That’s why I cut him off, word to God, he was snitchin' then |
| Can’t sleep through the night |
| Goin' out to my gangstas, street rider (Out to my gangstas, yeah) |
| Can’t sleep through the night |
| Goin' out to my hustlas, street rider (Goin' out to my hustlas, uh-huh) |
| I’m a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur (Uh-huh) |
| And addicted to money, cars and hoes (Uh-huh) |
| Got my toolie tucked and ready to draw (Uh-huh) |
| With a middle finger up, screamin', 'fuck that law!' |
| (Uh-huh) |
| When I can’t sleep through the night |
| Keep my eyes wide open, street rider (My eyes wide open, yeah) |
| Can’t sleep through the night |
| When have you known me for jokin'? |
| (When have you known me for jokin'?) |
| Street rider (uh-huh) |
| I’m a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur (Uh-huh) |
| And addicted to money, cars and hoes (Uh-huh) |
| Got my toolie tucked and ready to draw (Uh-huh) |
| With a middle finger up, screamin', 'fuck that law!' |
| (Uh-huh) |