Mr. Criminal - New West lyrics

[Bigg Steele] Bigg Steele the Godfather Ridin' shotgun with my homeboy, Mr. Criminal Let's make these b**h a** motherf**ers bow down to kiss the pinky ring G. Malone in the buildin' [Demon Criminal] Ha ha ha ha ha ha Yeah That's right, homie It's that new west coast sh** Now what you got right here Is from Cash Money Hi Power Hoo Bangin' S.J.C. Entertainment Crimelab Collaboration, homie Ha ha ha Yeah Hey Gla**es Let 'em know [Verse 1: Gla**es Malone] f** one point seven G. Malone still a criminal (Still) A motherf**in' rider like Capone steal a criminal (Yeah) Talk that drug sh** I don't ever speak in general I'm talkin' sherm sh** Born a pro at mixing chemicals (Whoo!) Switch hittin' god, I'm a lowride machine Almost done with my deuce (That b**h is Southsider clean) Yo, the Southsider clean? From the roof to the feet (Damn) f**in' Japs wanna buy it for whatever hit the street (Okay) Only black rapper with the Latin respect Cause I'm a real dope boy With a Latin connect (Uh hun) Plus I roll through patrol, and on my lap is a tech Lookin' for pinche puto Put the strap to your neck BLAOW! Why won't you talk sh** now (Hun?) p**y n***as kind of quiet Won't talk so loud (Damn) Man, I'm good in any ese hood Cause I'm a ride for Hi Power like the trece would n***a Chorus: Mr. Criminal I put four fingers up, two twisted with the thumbs cuff Put them dubs up You know what's up Four fingers up, two twisted with the thumbs cuff Put them dubs up You know what's up It's all eyes on me When I ride with heat On the side of me It's all eyes on me When I ride with heat On the side of me [Verse 2: Bigg Steele] We don't wear tight jeans, n***as dress 'em like women We rock coke white tees, a sag and a denim The game all twisted, rep a sag like b**hes I kick that G sh** Live and unscripted n***as stick to makin' flicks, reality ain't shoot Lames been reppin' the coke since nine deuce I down with the Prez and that new west sh** Whoever don't like it, bite this new west dick n***as can't ban me I'm a boss with minds So their n***a can't stop it when I push the line Been down with Criminal since scandalous Thump I could give a feez, n***a, 'bout you scandalous punks b**h n***as bow down, kiss the ring, let's get it Til ya lips turn blue like you're L.A. fitted You clowns ain't no riders, g**nin' on stage Pull my dick up out my drawers, I bust a nut on your braids Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Mr. Criminal] If I could spit fairy tales, Criminal issues the fact Comin' up from the west southern side of the tracks Not Gla**es, but a Criminal got that Ryder Music And them riders use it Catch 'em ridin' to it From the Sursider Califas where them riders packin' 'em heaters Cortez Creased khakis, black Glocks and white beaters Light green sticky Rollin' down the 60 110, 605, 101, come and get me San Diego, Inland Empire Los and Orange County Knee deep in this California life is how you found me Homies rollin' in them avalanches, you Conned an alley Stretched out ex-scourges Ese, this is k**er Cali Home of N.W.A Eazy E and 2Pac Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre, Dogg Pound and Mr. D.O.C Elbows up Side to side, the west coast pop lock G. Malone Bigg Steele Criminal smokin' that Cali crops Only the bombest Rollin' with k**ers that's quick to bomb sh** In every single Lakeside Barrio, it's my accomplise I'm comin' to stop sh** From a Latin perspective Comin' up west, it's cause these Latins homeboys You gotta respect it So I'm steppin' to the Next Episode Since this is the Rise 2 Power, let the game be sold Never fold, comin' up cold, cause of the knowledge I hold Props to the homies locked up doin' time or on parole (Ha ha) Yeah And this a west coast thang Worldwide vatos soakin' up this west coast game Tourist come to California, fear these west coast gangs Because these southern Cali streets are known to west coast bang {*gunshot*} And it's still Mr. Criminal Still comin' original, still Hi Power's general Aimin' all off at your temple, you ain't got no street credentials Get the f** up out of my face if you ain't screamin' west coast Blunt smoke comin' all out in my nose In Cali, all off in them alleys, I roll I'm born to roll, when I'm burnin' Vogue Clock a nine millimeter back, let it go Homie sunk, you would talk, like confederals And is actin' like b**h h*mos**uals Levas hate, I'm a gangsta, daddy stackin' paper I believe, don't get it, holmes But still, I'm doin' my thang I still got blue in my veins In a beamer, off in a nine In a Ranger, still, blue jeans in sag Hi Power reckless, Hoo Bangin', Cash Money, two Thousand eight Ese, M-A-dub, blast for me {*gunshot*}