That's right, feels good to be back homie,
what's crackin',
all my homies stand up
right about now,
grab your drinks, it's a toast,
time to celebrate,
we got a lot to celebrate
2009 homie, come on, come on
I just wanna live my dreams
tryna get this music poppin'
Couple of thousand people
in the crowds
watchin' hands poppin' as I ride
Right in front of your eyes,
such a satisfaction to all of the people
I despise on the come up
From Sunday I'm the son
of people
wan na see me done up, but uh
They never run up, it's a celebration,
time to grab a drink, spark a plunder
Cause we ain't goin' nowhere,
we gon' keep on doin' the
shit we love
We doin' this for years,
hard work has paid off
No matter what we shoot
for success at all costs,
look what that's brought
Only a couple albums later,
success came
Quickly followed by haters,
cause they can't stand to
see another man
doin' something that they can't do
Yeah, I think it's sad too
Damn, what has
this gang came to?
Used to be boring
until high power came through
People see my life change,
probably think I've changed too
Till they smoke a ninja with me,
see that I'm the same fool
Ain't nothing changed but the day
New friends, new rides,
new money in the bank
And that's it, still dodging a casket
Give me the beat, I'll smash it,
drop another classic
And props to Sirius A,
cause they said that I couldn't
But I proved that I can,
I just wanna live my dreams
Trying to get this music popping
Couple of thousand people
in the crowds
Watchin' hands bobbin' as I rise
Right in front of your eyes
Such a satisfaction to
All of the people I despise
On the come -up
From sundown to sun -up
People wanna see me done -up
But, they never runnin'
For some celebration
Time to grab a drink, spark a blunt -up
Cause we ain't goin' nowhere
We gon' keep on doin' this shit for life
Back in the days, homie I used to ride buses
If I was lucky
Maybe shotgunnin' a Cutlass
We struggled a lot
Could not afford lunches
It was what it was
I had to roll with the punches
But, uh, I was raised
To learn the crime pace
Whoever thought this little knuckle
Go ahead and get her, get his life straight
But that's it, look at me now
I got some plaques on my walls,
and with this music I clown
I get down, from Cali to Germany
Barcelona to Japan, Amsterdam and back
You see a soldier worldwide
From side to side, I spit bitches
I represent this Cali shit
like palm trees and switches
Like Vineweed, the spirits of Eazy -E
And Tupac, bitches in tube tops
Homies strapped with tube locks
This is my home, this is my dream
I'm the California all -star
of the home team
I just wanna live my dreams,
tryna get this music poppin'
Couple of thousand people in
the crowds watching,
hands bobbing as I rise
Right in front of your eye,
such a satisfaction to all of the people
I despise on the come up
From Sunday I'm the son of people
wan na see me down the butter
They never run up, this a celebration,
time to grab a drink, spark a plunder
Cause we ain't going nowhere,
we gon' keep on doing this
shit for life
That's right homie, for life
Now we're gonna keep
on making you haters,
keep on making up
all these fake ass stories
And keep on being sour faces
We give you motherfuckin'
wrinkles in your forehead
For all the times you see us mak
in' our moves
You get all pissed off and shit
Ha ha ha ha ha
For life
Mr. Criminal 
