Yeah…
Los Santos after dark
Engines talk louder than words
LSSH, Street Huligans
Let’s ride.
Street Huligans, yeah we run that lane,
Headlights low but the whips insane,
From the docks to the hills, hear the turbo bang,
LSSH carved in the street, no shame.
Skrrt through the city, midnight plans,
Crew too solid, never switch, no scams,
If it got wheels then it know our name,
Street Huligans — we built this flame.
Pull up deep, parking lot a car show,
Carbon fiber dreams, neon glow,
V8 growl, hear the pistons pray,
Redline screaming like it wanna escape.
JDM drift, back end slide,
Muscle car flex with the torque on high,
Supercars flash when we pass them by,
But it’s the crew, not the cash, that make us fly.
Custom paint dripping, candy-coated pride,
Chrome so clean see the stars inside,
Widebody stance, tires kissing the curb,
Every build got a story, every scrape got nerve.
City map burned in the back of my mind,
Race to the sunrise, leave the cops behind,
Radio crackle, “They still on your trail,”
Laugh in the mic, hit NOS, watch ‘em fail.
Street Huligans, yeah we run that lane,
Headlights low but the whips insane,
From the docks to the hills, hear the turbo bang,
LSSH carved in the street, no shame.
Skrrt through the city, midnight plans,
Crew too solid, never switch, no scams,
If it got wheels then it know our name,
Street Huligans — we built this flame.
Late nights, grease-stained hands,
Dreams built slow but we move fast,
Not just rides, it’s a family tree,
Every key turn mean loyalty.
Burnouts leave scars where we been before,
Every corner conquered, still want more,
From stock to monster, we transform steel,
Turn pressure and pain into torque you feel.
If you see us roll, better clear that street,
Engines talk, yeah they all agree,
Los Santos know when we touch that scene,
Street Huligans stamped in gasoline.
Street Huligans, lights in the rain,
City breath smoke when we hit that lane,
LSSH forever, engraved in the frame,
We don’t just drive — we live this game.
XWildWolfyX
