DOM KENNEDY, Polyester the Saint - On the Regular lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY, Polyester the Saint - On the Regular lyrics]
When the sun falls, I bet I rise up
You say you swinging in the streets
Homie put your ride up
I be in the late night
Dipping from the coppers
The birds all buddy but that
Ain't the only chopper
I'm finna cop an El Co
And name her Cyndi Lauper
Up in the gate, don't wanna be tamed
You know you can't stop us
Leather on the seat with the custom moon roof
Pop up the hood, that's a LS, boo
Don't talk if you bluffing
We all pulling up here
I started out with a bucket
Now I'm out here slumping
I had to hit the brick just
To brush up on my hands
Double up my bands, hustle hard
I'm in the field, you in the stands
You seeing it, huh? You feeling it, bruh?
No need for it, bruh
So now what's up? Come try your luck
I can't be touched
My squad's full of a chosen few
Go get us doing what we supposed to do
Hella gang, I been cheddar king
Building paid by breaking rules
Chose a righteous path and I doubled up
Southern California where we coming from
Cause the old school look like a movie
I be putting that in 91 in my
I just need to go fast
I just need to go fast
She ain't tryna slow you down when
You coming up with me
I do fly shit on the regular
You be doing all that talking
But never pop off
If you step you leaving with nothing
So don't you run up picking up the pieces
Now watch as your boy cut up
Focus 4 in the morning before
Ya little bum's rush
They say you reap what you sow
I guess I been here before
My rolls go past the flow and I laugh at foes
I could hit you with the gangster lean
Stealin' my creezes
Ain't no faking, I'm freeze
All my haters deceased
Plus my paper don't sleeve
Ain't no waiting the week
I want that cash in the bag
Don't be cutting my cheese
I'm a walking one man show
Baby gon' take you a seat
Now put the pedal to the
Metal and turn the keys
Now you dogging, Yoda chosen
Palm tree coasting, the road is open
With the Alpine on blast
Beating up the block, ain't no coming back
Ghetto slap ghetto slab
Chose a righteous path and I doubled up
Southern California where we coming from
Cause my old school look like a movie
I be putting that in 91 in my
I just need to go fast
I just need to go fast
She ain't tryna slow you down when
You coming up with me
I do fly shit on the regular
You say you swinging in the streets
Homie put your ride up
I be in the late night
Dipping from the coppers
The birds all buddy but that
Ain't the only chopper
I'm finna cop an El Co
And name her Cyndi Lauper
Up in the gate, don't wanna be tamed
You know you can't stop us
Leather on the seat with the custom moon roof
Pop up the hood, that's a LS, boo
Don't talk if you bluffing
We all pulling up here
I started out with a bucket
Now I'm out here slumping
I had to hit the brick just
To brush up on my hands
Double up my bands, hustle hard
I'm in the field, you in the stands
You seeing it, huh? You feeling it, bruh?
No need for it, bruh
So now what's up? Come try your luck
I can't be touched
My squad's full of a chosen few
Go get us doing what we supposed to do
Hella gang, I been cheddar king
Building paid by breaking rules
Chose a righteous path and I doubled up
Southern California where we coming from
Cause the old school look like a movie
I be putting that in 91 in my
I just need to go fast
I just need to go fast
She ain't tryna slow you down when
You coming up with me
I do fly shit on the regular
You be doing all that talking
But never pop off
If you step you leaving with nothing
So don't you run up picking up the pieces
Now watch as your boy cut up
Focus 4 in the morning before
Ya little bum's rush
They say you reap what you sow
I guess I been here before
My rolls go past the flow and I laugh at foes
I could hit you with the gangster lean
Stealin' my creezes
Ain't no faking, I'm freeze
All my haters deceased
Plus my paper don't sleeve
Ain't no waiting the week
I want that cash in the bag
Don't be cutting my cheese
I'm a walking one man show
Baby gon' take you a seat
Now put the pedal to the
Metal and turn the keys
Now you dogging, Yoda chosen
Palm tree coasting, the road is open
With the Alpine on blast
Beating up the block, ain't no coming back
Ghetto slap ghetto slab
Chose a righteous path and I doubled up
Southern California where we coming from
Cause my old school look like a movie
I be putting that in 91 in my
I just need to go fast
I just need to go fast
She ain't tryna slow you down when
You coming up with me
I do fly shit on the regular