Styles P, Raheem DeVaughn - Rude Boy Hip Hop lyrics
[Styles P, Raheem DeVaughn - Rude Boy Hip Hop lyrics]
That 187 when the ghost on spree
I like the toy rappers run for cover tonight
It's 187 when the lights on spree
It's that rude boy hip hop
New York shit that you like
Vocals out of the windpipe
Is giving you insight real New York nigga
That's word to the pin stripes
Can't fly the kite less the wind right
Blow the city up then skip
On that Jeremy Lin light
Yeah, I'm a shooter like Glen Rice
Long range and the Range the color of corn
Watching the Bull game
Like bird in the garden with the leprechauns
Everything is money, upper echelon
Cheaper than the food in a Chinese restaurant
On the corner in the hood
They come to body a man
You'd warn them if you could
If you can't you body them niggas
And leave 'em in the woods
Faith before favor
Lighten our senses since Scarface here
Niggas will kill your family
For Scarface bread i'm on suicide dough, SP
The ghost on coast with no strap flow
What up
That 187 when the ghost on spree
I like the toy rappers run for cover tonight
It's 187 when the lights on spree
It's that rude boy hip hop
New York shit that you like
Lyricist, the weed is the therapist
The therapy cause my pedigree is higher than
Yours will ever be devil got kicked out of
Heaven because of jealousy
Balls is like mental telepathy with melody
Niggas can't measure my wave length
Playing Max B when I'm pounding the pavement
You should get paid off the
Shit you engaged in
Fresh every day like the shit's an occasion
Tell my son to do what I say
Don't do what I do
Did shit I shouldn't have done
For a dollar or two
And you'll always be the leader
Never follow the crew
Study today then peep what tomorrow could do
And you keep your ears open for wise words
The bird's the only animal that's
Meant to fly first
Cause you crawl before you walk and
You walk before you run
And you fly around the world and
You shine like you the sun
That 187 when the ghost on spree
I like the toy rappers run for cover tonight
It's 187 when the lights on spree
It's that rude boy hip hop
New York shit that you like
I like the toy rappers run for cover tonight
It's 187 when the lights on spree
It's that rude boy hip hop
New York shit that you like
Vocals out of the windpipe
Is giving you insight real New York nigga
That's word to the pin stripes
Can't fly the kite less the wind right
Blow the city up then skip
On that Jeremy Lin light
Yeah, I'm a shooter like Glen Rice
Long range and the Range the color of corn
Watching the Bull game
Like bird in the garden with the leprechauns
Everything is money, upper echelon
Cheaper than the food in a Chinese restaurant
On the corner in the hood
They come to body a man
You'd warn them if you could
If you can't you body them niggas
And leave 'em in the woods
Faith before favor
Lighten our senses since Scarface here
Niggas will kill your family
For Scarface bread i'm on suicide dough, SP
The ghost on coast with no strap flow
What up
That 187 when the ghost on spree
I like the toy rappers run for cover tonight
It's 187 when the lights on spree
It's that rude boy hip hop
New York shit that you like
Lyricist, the weed is the therapist
The therapy cause my pedigree is higher than
Yours will ever be devil got kicked out of
Heaven because of jealousy
Balls is like mental telepathy with melody
Niggas can't measure my wave length
Playing Max B when I'm pounding the pavement
You should get paid off the
Shit you engaged in
Fresh every day like the shit's an occasion
Tell my son to do what I say
Don't do what I do
Did shit I shouldn't have done
For a dollar or two
And you'll always be the leader
Never follow the crew
Study today then peep what tomorrow could do
And you keep your ears open for wise words
The bird's the only animal that's
Meant to fly first
Cause you crawl before you walk and
You walk before you run
And you fly around the world and
You shine like you the sun
That 187 when the ghost on spree
I like the toy rappers run for cover tonight
It's 187 when the lights on spree
It's that rude boy hip hop
New York shit that you like