Kid Cudi - HIT THE STREETZ IN MY NIKES lyrics
Kid Cudi [Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi] Cleveland, Ohio. U.S. 🇺🇸
Track Spotlight: "HIT THE STREETZ IN MY NIKES" The 21st track on the album "INSANO," titled "HIT THE STREETZ IN MY NIKES," showcases Kid Cudi's sonic experimentation. Produced by Kid Cudi, 1993, Jean Baptiste, & Lastnght, this track stands out for its unique blend of beats and captivating lyrics. Fans have praised its catchy nature, making it one of the favorites on the album. The collaboration of these talented producers has resulted in a track that adds another layer of depth to Kid Cudi's musical repertoire.
[Kid Cudi - HIT THE STREETZ IN MY NIKES lyrics]
Everybody's
Everybody's
I swear to God I'm nice, nigga, go
Things I need (Yeah)
Love and lots of weed, huh (Yuh)
In this lucid dream (Trippy, trippy)
'Til there's one just small caviat (Yeah)
She said, "Come show me, boy" (I say that)
Live what you imagine, Ma'
Say what you need from me (Yeah), yeah
I got you, aight, Ma' (Yuh)
They know I'm that nigga, they know (They know)
Keep my focus, stay low (Stay low)
All we want out these evenings
Baby, look, I'm a star
Ain't no games, ain't no running
Watch me move, honey
Call me up if you lonely, lonely (Yeah)
Hit the streets in my Nikes (Get 'em)
Just in rose gold
Watch it up high, oh
And they can't surf no boy (Yeah)
Been did it before, yah (Huh)
Hey, you, get money, baby, baby (Yeah)
(Yeah), I like the way (Yeah)
You don't hide (Yeah)
We ride my wave 'til sun-sunlight
To ride the wave, we don't hide
We ride my wave, ain't sober
You flow, that girl, she open the shows (Yeah)
Got my tequila in this moment
Can't deny that she goes, she goes
And I get that feeling, uh
That I care about the glow
Big business, yeah, yeah, yeah
They say, "That nigga too cold"
Hit the streets in my Nikes (Get 'em)
Just in rose gold
Watch it up high, oh (Let's go)
And they can't surf no boy (Surfing, surfing)
Been did it before, yah (Yah)
Hey, you, get money, baby, baby (Yeah)
Hit the streets in my Nikes (Nikes)
Just in rose gold
Watch it up high, oh
And they can't surf no boy (Surf up, surf up)
Been did it before, yah
Hey, you, get money, baby, baby
Yeah, hmm
Get money, baby, baby
Na-na-na-na
INSANO
Everybody's
I swear to God I'm nice, nigga, go
Things I need (Yeah)
Love and lots of weed, huh (Yuh)
In this lucid dream (Trippy, trippy)
'Til there's one just small caviat (Yeah)
She said, "Come show me, boy" (I say that)
Live what you imagine, Ma'
Say what you need from me (Yeah), yeah
I got you, aight, Ma' (Yuh)
They know I'm that nigga, they know (They know)
Keep my focus, stay low (Stay low)
All we want out these evenings
Baby, look, I'm a star
Ain't no games, ain't no running
Watch me move, honey
Call me up if you lonely, lonely (Yeah)
Hit the streets in my Nikes (Get 'em)
Just in rose gold
Watch it up high, oh
And they can't surf no boy (Yeah)
Been did it before, yah (Huh)
Hey, you, get money, baby, baby (Yeah)
(Yeah), I like the way (Yeah)
You don't hide (Yeah)
We ride my wave 'til sun-sunlight
To ride the wave, we don't hide
We ride my wave, ain't sober
You flow, that girl, she open the shows (Yeah)
Got my tequila in this moment
Can't deny that she goes, she goes
And I get that feeling, uh
That I care about the glow
Big business, yeah, yeah, yeah
They say, "That nigga too cold"
Hit the streets in my Nikes (Get 'em)
Just in rose gold
Watch it up high, oh (Let's go)
And they can't surf no boy (Surfing, surfing)
Been did it before, yah (Yah)
Hey, you, get money, baby, baby (Yeah)
Hit the streets in my Nikes (Nikes)
Just in rose gold
Watch it up high, oh
And they can't surf no boy (Surf up, surf up)
Been did it before, yah
Hey, you, get money, baby, baby
Yeah, hmm
Get money, baby, baby
Na-na-na-na
INSANO