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letra de streetriders - hiro (saburo hiro)

[intro]
pero es que, esa mona tiene como el iq de un perro no?
– ah si, si si pos pero eso no la van a aceptar al tec sub

ha, si güey

[verse 1: criminal manne]
ridin’ in the chevy thang, cruisin’ by the skatin’ rink
cheesin’ on them gold thangs, scopin’, it’s the criminal manne
constantly ballin’, lookin’ for a bailed up buster
stick ’em up, lay back down, shut ’em up, shut ’em up, motherf-cker
pulled over to the side, nothin’ but lames splurgin’ cash
thought to myself, for a minute and came to my senses, i gotta get his ass
jumped out of the car, straight to his ride sn-tched open the door
put that tec to his face and said
“ball on off, ho”

ballin’, i’m losin’ my mind, i’m kinda paranoid
steady lookin’ around with a frown, tryna dodge the blue boys
stopped at the gas station, put that b-tch in the trunk
now, i’m ’bout my hog k!llin’, ballin’, time to stang this punk
ridin’, gettin’ high, smokin’ weed, now it’s after dark
by ballin’, scowlin’, scratchin’ rubber, jet to the nearest park
pulled that b-tch out the back, smacked him, bucked him, hit him in his face

n-gga, where the money, where the dope gone?
trick ass n-gga, don’t make me catch a case
ho-ass boy, don’t try to test my pimpin’
i got a family to feed, i’ma need some, n-gga, let’s just handle business
trick, if i were you, i would try to test my nuts
’cause a player like myself, in the game just f-cked up

[verse 2: criminal manne]
back in my hood, up to no good, standin’ on the track
b-tches beepin’, hoes freakin’, instead, i just smoke a sack
once again, i got my ass in, ’cause i had to stang that boy
’cause when i took the trick’s cheese, i was singin’
(ship ahoy, ship ahoy, ship ahoy)
fist full of bricks in my hand, i’m the mane
with the yam, god d-mn, i’m insane to the game
looked around, what do i see? is it a bird? is it a bee?
aw, mane (1, 2, 3, 4) 5-0, they comin’ for me

copper minute, what should i do?
grab my pistol, wanna start shootin’
jet through the cut, ballin’ around and like a junky on them drugs, fool
hit the alley down the valley, i hid behind a pine tree
coppers mad as f-ck, they turn up sh-t, ’cause they can’t find me
jet to the chevy, pounds of sweat comin’ from my face

a cop f-cked up and seen me, now i’m ballin’, put ’em on a highspeed chase
doin’ a dash, that’s my ass, if they catch me, i’ma be hanged
hit the gas, real fast, change ways, screamin’ tires, really, now they got a player mad
left them b-tches in the wind
(i’ma holler at you, friend)

left them left them left them b-tches in the wind (i’ma holler at you)

left-left-left them b-tches in the wind (i’ma holler at you)

left them left them left them b-tches in the wind (i’ma holler at you)

[outro]
kike?
ya me dio sed güey, me dio sed bien recio (bien recio, bien recio, bien recio)

- hiro saburo hiro

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