The New West - Mr. Criminal, Mr. Silent

Bigg Steele the Godfather

Ridin' shotgun with my homeboy, Mr. Criminal

Let’s make these bitch ass motherfuckers bow down to kiss the pinky ring

G. Malone in the buildin'

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Yeah

That’s right, homie

It’s that new west coast shit

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 Glasses

Let 'em know

Fuck one point seven

G. Malone still a criminal (Still)

A motherfuckin' rider like Capone steal a criminal (Yeah)

Talk that drug shit

I don’t ever speak in general

I’m talkin' sherm shit

Born a pro at mixing chemicals (Whoo!)

Switch hittin' god, I’m a lowride machine

Almost done with my deuce (That bitch is Southsider clean)

Yo, the Southsider clean?

From the roof to the feet (Damn)

Fuckin' 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 shit now (Hun?)

Pussy niggas 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

Nigga

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

We don’t wear tight jeans, niggas dress 'em like women

We rock coke white tees, a sag and a denim

The game all twisted, rep a sag like bitches

I kick that G shit

Live and unscripted

Niggas 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 shit

Whoever don’t like it, bite this new west dick

Niggas can’t ban me

I’m a boss with minds

So their nigga can’t stop it when I push the line

Been down with Criminal since scandalous Thump

I could give a feez, nigga, 'bout you scandalous punks

Bitch niggas 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, gangbangin' on stage

Pull my dick up out my drawers, I bust a nut on your braids

Repeat Chorus

If I could spit fairy tales, Criminal issues the fact

Comin' up from the west southern side of the tracks

Not Glasses, 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 killer 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 killers that’s quick to bomb shit

In every single Lakeside Barrio, it’s my accomplise

I’m comin' to stop shit

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

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 fuck 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 bitch homosexuals

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