(Hey yo beat this) Yeah growin' 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).
Y'know bein' a gangsta, has got it's pros and cons (Got it's pros and cons), but the best part is we got it goin' on.
I 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, 'cos me and my crew 'aint nothin' to screw with. (Yeah) Gimme huge tits.
Talking triple D's, any less than that, will get me in your jeans.
I'm off Saints Row rollin' with {?} and I own the kind of car that you would own in your dreams (Bitch!).
Flashing bills like indecent exposure, tossing 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 my scrotum!
I'll drop a couple bombs and watch the whole place blow up, too busy causin' mayhem, no, time to grow up.
Yeah, growin' 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).
Y'know bein' a gangsta, has got it's pros and cons (Got it's pros and cons), but the best part is we got it goin' on.
I get more respect than that Gandhi guy does, people bow down when 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 Five, stylish jive, like Michael back to life.
I'm {?} on every chick that I'm passin' by 'cos 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 a middle aged Bitty, 'cos I'm sick of them silicone titties, no kidding!
Don't let me catch ya trash talking in crab or Imma blast back atcha like a bad flash back.
If you Rebecca Black status, you get laughed at, and tweeted fuck you, hashtag, backhand slap!
Growin' 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).
Y'know bein' a gangsta has got it's pros and cons (Got it's pros and cons), but the best part is we got it goin' on! {...} you will not get far, throwin' satchel charges like a Charizard.
I'll be runnin' you down before you start your car, and I'll knock your ass out with the fart in a jar!
Viper laser rifle takin' you to the ground, blinged out, shotgun, what's that?
Get down!
Drop the sonic boom just because it's so damn loud, I'll cyber blast you in space, and it won't make a sound.
I'm served more ass than a horny waiter, more self obsessed than chronic masturbaters.
I got more pipe than Tony Hawk's Pro Skater, and when I'm feelin' 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) Growin' 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).
Y'know bein' a gangsta has got it's pros and cons (Got it's pros and cons), but the best part is we got it goin' on!
Goin' on!
Goin' on!
