Hp Till I Die - Mr. Criminal

I like the way you ride

Mr. Criminal, west coast

South side, yeeahh

Much more bounce, much more bounce

Much more bounce

Much more bounce, much more bounce

Much more bounce

It’s capital H-P-G till I D-I-E

Mister C-R-I-M-I-N-A-L bang 2−1-3

And I’m a rep for the truest and the realest on the streets

Hi Power Entertainment

Hardest lyrics, hardest beats

Real sureños in the game

Put the competition to shame

Throwing up that Silverlake gang

While I’m busting on you lames

Rep that chronic leaf logo

So I stay high off that dank

We stick to these stars as the hydro starts to fill my brain

I be coming at em cursed

Like I’m sick in the mind

Disrespect my fellow soldiers

Hollow stick to your spine

Cause I give a fuck

When I roll my clips and my nine

to the shit

Quick to bust a couple of times

Rolling with the attitude

That this whole world is mine

So who the fuck is gonna try and stop this criminalistic shine?

And when I ride, it’s for that H-P-G till I D-I-E

Throwing up the one-three like…

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

Much more bounce

Click click boom

Guess who stepped up in the fucking room

Mr. Criminal, now it’s time to meet your doom

Fools get caught up in the mix

Just for talking slick

Hit em with the 30 click pow

Muthafuckas how you really like me now?

And I keep hitting em with this criminalistic style

That got everybody jocking, crowds flocking

Hi Power Entertainment top notch

And we be doing it

Taking trips overseas

Straight stacking G’s

Bringing haters and the competition to they knees

You know my stilo straight faded with desert eagles

In my ride with my soldiers right behind me in a regal

Posted up in West Los, Silverlake to be exact

And its the fact that Mr. Criminal puts the Wynos on the map

And I’m a ride for my soldiers, in the Hi Power camp

21 gun salute, H-P-G is where it’s at like…

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

Much more bounce

And if you’re from the south side

Throw up your gang signs

And if you like Hi Power proceed to get high

And if your pockets stay fat

Hold them dollars in the sky

H-P-G we don’t die

Real riders multiply

Now if you’re from the south side

Throw up your gang signs

And if you like Hi Power proceed to get high

And if your pockets stay fat

Hold them dollars in the sky

H-P-G we don’t die

Real riders multiply

Real riders, real sureños

Blazing vatos like leños

Pistoleros pandilleros

Packing straps with big fileros

Silverlakers — Cycloneros

Alleyboys and I.E.

Riders

Indio and Coachella

Hi power spitting fire

Real riders, real sureños

Blazing vatos like leños

Pistoleros pandilleros

Packing straps with big fileros

Silverlakers — Cycloneros

Alleyboys and I.E.

Riders

Indio and Coachella

Hi power spitting fire

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E

Much more bounce

Much more bounce, much more bounce

Much more bounce

Much more bounce, much more bounce

Much more bounce

21 gun salute to all my real hi power soldados

H-P-G till we D-I-E, one three

That’s right, mr criminal homie and I’m out