R&R Video (MV)

Yeah, rippin' and runnin' through streets
Yeah, rippin' and runnin
Yeah
Dono
4OE
Uh, rippin' and runnin' through streets
I'm the man, can't you see? You can take several seats
Tryna make me a billy off rappin' and beats
Livin' presidential in executive suites
When you come from the field, gotta take off your cleats
Can't be trackin' in dirt: can't leave shit for police
When you makin' them moves everything is discreet
So if they get you, man, your paper clean as can be
I might dine by myself, but everybody gon' eat
I'm a real humble king, but I ain't washin' no feet
Any work over here, it's gon' cost you a fee
We ain't slavin' no more, we ain't workin' for free
Whole family full of hustlers, you can go check the tree
We got a special interest when involvin' some money
Most of us probably sold to some motherf*ckin' junkies
When it come to them shots, boy, it's no one above me
This music like dope, I've been servin' the fiends
Dono Kruger, my bars all in they dreams
She got a fat ass, I'ma get in her jeans
She tryn' lock her legs when I get in between
Say, sorry, baby, but you can't have my genes
I know you wan' be on my motherf*ckin' team
But sorry, shawty, ain't no room on the roster
Blowin' gas, let my dreads swing like a rasta
Still slurp the pussy like I'm eatin' pasta
Money over pussy, I'm always gon' prosper
No, I don't love her; I'm in L.A. tryna dodge her
I got so many bitches, now why would I bother
They all just want someone to act like they father
I tell em' all they can kick rocks like it's soccer
You not playing with me, you can go hit the lockers
Then when you done? Come back and talk to me proper
Rippin' and runnin' through streets, I been rippin' and rippin' and runnin' through streets nigga
Rippin' and runnin' through streets, I been rippin' and rippin' and runnin' through streets nigga
Rippin' and runnin' through streets, I been rippin' and rippin' and runnin' through streets nigga
Rippin' and runnin' through streets, I been rippin' and rippin' and runnin' through streets, yeah
Can't f*ck with me on the mic, I am the truth
You see what I've done, man, the blood and the proof
Give my life and my soul, when I'm up in the booth
Gotta take yo shot, nigga, cause shooters gon' shoot
Man, you niggas too weak, couldn't walk in my boots
Bitch nigga went to court in a tie and a suit
Now you know he gon' scream like some motherf*ckin' fruit
Gotta cut off the problem and dig up the root
Spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin' again
We only ride foreigns, might pull up in Benz
Barely wearin' designer, might set a new trend
Spend a thousand on clothes, give them racks to my friends
I just f*cked up a bag, boutta do it again
Ten racks in the mall, it was just me and twin
Rippin' and runnin' through streets, I been rippin' and rippin' and runnin' through streets nigga
Rippin' and runnin' through streets, I been rippin' and rippin' and runnin' through streets nigga
Rippin' and runnin' through streets, I been rippin' and rippin' and runnin' through streets nigga
Rippin' and runnin' through streets, I been rippin' and rippin' and runnin' through streets