Raheem DeVaughn - Rude Boy Hip Hop lyrics

[Hook] 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 sh** that you like [Verse 1] Vocals out of the windpipe is giving you insight Real New York n***a, 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 n***as and leave 'em in the woods Faith before favor, lighten our senses since Scarface here n***as will k** your family for Scarface bread I'm on suicide dough, SP, the ghost on coast with no strap flow What up [Hook] 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 sh** that you like [Verse 2] 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 n***as can't measure my wave length Playing Max B when I'm pounding the pavement You should get paid off the sh** you engaged in Fresh every day like the sh**'s an occasion Tell my son to do what I say, don't do what I do Did sh** 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 [Hook] 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 sh** that you like