On the Regular - Polyester the Saint, Dom Kennedy

On the Regular - Polyester the Saint, Dom Kennedy

Год
2016
Язык
`English`
Длительность
178000

Below is the lyrics of the song On the Regular , artist - Polyester the Saint, Dom Kennedy with translation

Lyrics " On the Regular "

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On the Regular

Polyester the Saint, Dom Kennedy

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

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