Game - Street Riders (feat. Akon, Nas) | Текст песни

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• Street Riders (feat. Akon, Nas)

[Game]
I'm feeling like a muthafuckin' baws bangin' 2Pac
High as a muthafuckin' Queens bridge rooftop
Blowing on this purple haze, feelin' invincible
Sellin' dope, never snitch, hood nigga principles
Abide by, live by, er die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes, finga on tha trigga
Diamonds in ma crucifix, feeling like a priest
Open the doors of ma 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

[Akon]
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 whores uh-huh
Got my tommy tucked and ready to draw uh-huh
Better make a finger run screamin' fuck the law

[Game]
The Phantom can't hold me, so I went and bought a Spider
Nigga, I Swizz Beatz, like a fucking roughrider
Can-am engine, suicide rims
Niggas can't live with it: commit suicide then
Wish cancer on a hater, wish AIDs on a slut
Take the ride kill me cuz there ain't a bitch that I trust
I'm just rollin up this kush, bout ta crash my girl truck
Her friend texted me, trying 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 hating
See ma watch a cold bitch, call that ho 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 tha Doc
And these hoes in ma panorama, thanks to Ciroc

[Akon]
Can't sleep through the night
To all uh my gangstas, street rider
Can't sleep through the night
Goin' out to muh hustlas, street rider uh-huh
I'm a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur uh-huh
And addicted to money, cars and whores uh-huh
Got my tommy tucked and ready to draw uh-huh
Better make a finger run screamin fuck the law

[Nas]
I swtich from chillin'
Cause rappers harassing me, illin'
They rich infactuated by just causualy living
The bitch could have a threesome with them, 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
I R&R, from the arm, I close shops
I showed niggas their first Bentley, fuck I window shop
Show niggas their first ice, now they like 'I luh 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

[Akon]
Can't sleep through the night
Goin' out to muh gangstas, street rider (Out to muh gangstas, yeah)
Can't sleep through the night
Goin' out to muh hustlas, street rider uh-huh (Goin' out to muh hustlas)
I'm a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur uh-huh
And addicted to money, cars and whores uh-huh
Got my tommy tucked and ready to draw uh-huh
Better make a finger run, screamin fuck the law
Сan't sleep through the night
Keep my eyes wide open, street rider (My eyes wide open, yeah)
Can't sleep through the night
Whenever know me from (Jube-yas?), street rider uh-huh (know me from.. Jube-yas?)
I'm a hustla, ghetto entrepreneur uh-huh
And addicted to money, cars and whores uh-huh
Got my tomm

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