I'll take
it back to the old school
Who you know that could roll on the beats
That could flow smooth
When I was young
I used to roll with them old dudes
Now I tell my story through sonar
and them Pro Tools
That's it, I'm a beast with
them cold beats
Making a living and telling stories
up in cold streets
A legend now with only 27
Wondering if I get shot, will I die,
will I go to heaven?
Or will I feel the devil's presence?
I don't want to fall to victims
so I'm trying to learn my lessons
So much stress that people testing,
making me want to wear a vest
And double up attention
when they come in my direction
I try to roll with my blessings
Trying to leave my kids with something
just in case I have to exit
Fuck em if they can't respect it
And fuck a depression,
I make it money with perfection
Throwin' up the W,
reppin' Westside with it
They know it ain't a banger unless I did it
And that's the way
we represent the fuckin' coast
Rolled it up as they light
it up in smoke
Throwin' up the W,
reppin' Westside with it
They know it ain't a banger
unless the high did it
And that's the label that I bang
Turn it up worldwide,
it's the equivalent of regular heat, man
This music shit to me is like a drug
I just can't quit, fuck the world,
I just gotta have another hit
Cookin' up dope in the dope lab
Sellin' CDs like they're dope sacks
That's it, you can smoke that
Keep it purple, kush, nothin' less
Yep, I smoke that,
fools are like stress
Keep that shit to them broadcasts
I represent killer Cali where
the smoke's at
Roll up some gas, I spark it up
Yep, we smoke that
It gets thick,
you can hear it in the bassline
Turn it up loud, bump it louder,
not a day time
Criminal still there, but that's
gonna bring it
No one ever gon' stop
Bringin' the money,
and look at these haters
Fuckin' these levels, givin' a glock
That's it, I'm a California kingpin
Fools have been tired of the fakes,
so let the G's in
I'm a motherfuckin' rider for real
Run up and test belief,
I ride with my steel
Throwin' up the W,
reppin' Westside with it
They know it ain't a banger unless I did it
And that's the way we represent
the fuckin' coast
Load it up as they light it up in smoke
Throwin' up the W,
reppin' Westside with it
They know it ain't a banger
unless the high did it
And that's the label that I bang,
turn it up worldwide,
it's the crew that'll bring you the heat,
man
Damn, once this fool stopped,
we were gonna stop
Ha ha, yeah, like Biggie said
If you don't know, now you know, check it out
I get paid, count the sticks,
that is counting all these fake booze
Faded off of Kush, Blood,
Cranberry, Grey Goose
Looking at the rap gang,
tripping how the gang moves
People come with wack shit,
playing by them snake rules
But I keep the gang tight,
droppin' shit like this three
or four tracks the same night
Key through, so watch out,
the snake bite
Droppin' venom and shit,
explosive when it ignites
And, uh, I pray to God when it's time
for Armageddon that I'm not here
Hopefully posted up in heaven,
but if not, I still keep myself a Mac
11 A .357, all of the above, I
keep them reppin'
Throwin' up the W,
reppin' Westside with it
They know it ain't a banger unless I did it
And that's the way we
represent the fuck,
get cold, smoke it up
It's the
Throwing up the W,
reppin' Westside with it
They know it ain't a banger
unless the high did it
And that's the label that I bang
Turn it up worldwide
It's the grill to bring you
the heat man
Throwing up the W,
reppin' Westside with it
They know it ain't a banger
unless the did it
And that's the way
we represent the fuckin' coast
Roll it up as they light it up in smoke
Throwing up the W,
reppin' Westside with it
They know it ain't a banger
unless the high did it
And that's the label that I bang
Turn it up worldwide,
it's the crew that'll bring you the heat,
man
Mr. Criminal 
