Saints Row Rap - JT Music

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 tits, 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