JT Music - Saints Row Rap lyrics

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 tit's, 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