That's right homie, Mr. Criminal
High Power Entertainment
Catch me in my 63,
dippin' through the streets
Lowrider, I'm Lowrider
Catch me dippin' through the
streets
Automatic strap cocked,
hidden under the seat
Lowrider, all or something
on candy cane
Who's the jealous?
Me and my fellas,
we bald and others hangers
Lowrider, I see these other busses
stoppin' at the stoplight
Hopin' I slip, I hold my glock tight
Lowrider, till the day that I fall
It's just the way we live our lives,
it's just the way that we ball
I got a confession to make,
I got a fetish for chrome
I'm a sucker for 100 -spoke
dings when I roam
Hydraulics, I got it, 8 batteries in the trunk
Glass packs in the back
whenever the gas opens up
Vroom, vroom,
catch me zooming down your alley
West Coast is my home,
southern side of sunny Cali
I don't know if you heard,
maybe someone already told ya
High power's my home,
the definition of a soldier
Rolling on chrome,
blowing on ounces of the dozier
Taking hits of Mary Jane,
trying to tame my composure
Ha ha, I'm hittin' corners
three -wheelin'
Bouncin' so hard,
my head is hittin' the ceilin'
Do my ditty through the city,
bumpin' Roger and Zack
Streets are gritty, show no pity,
so I hold on my strap
Never leave the house
without my blank gloves or low rider
Mr. Criminal, HBG,
I'll remain the Southside
Lowrider, catch me dippin'
through the streets
Automatic strap cocked,
hittin' under the seat
Lowrider, all or somethin'
on candy cane
Who's the jealous?
Me and my fellas, we ballin',
others hang
Lowrider, I see these other bustas
stompin' at the stop
Like home when I slip, I hold my glock tight
No pride, till the day that I fall
It's just the way we live our lives
It's just the way that we roll
Sprucing down the street
in my 6 train
Smoking a blunt of kush,
that means I'm high all day
Just another day in the life of a G
Swerving through the
guidance of the B13
Made a right on Whittier,
made a left on Passing
Hit the homies up in Lansing,
of course it's time to get blasted
Picked up with the homies,
Stanskuva was cracking
Haters hate, then we demonstrate,
put em in caskets
Got a call on the cell phone
right after dark
It was Capone and the homies
posted up in Shadow Park
So uh, we made our way
to the S .G .V.
Scrapin' my back bumper
in my 63
Swervin' and I'm drunk,
I hope the hooduts don't see me
And I ain't in the mood for no deputy
But still I'm rollin' faded, intoxicated
The murder on my mind is premeditated
I got the bomb,
now watch me detonate
I'm low -riding
Catch me dippin' through the
streets
Automatic strap cocked,
hittin' under the seat
Low -riding
All or something, no candy cake,
who's the jealous?
Me and my fellas,
we ball and others hate
I'm just ridin'
I see these other buses
stoppin' at the stoplight
Hopin' I slip, I hold my clock tight
Till the day that I fall
It's just the way we live our lives,
it's just the way that we roll
L .A.
Get your low ride on
Get your low ride on I .E.
Get your low ride on
Get your low ride on San Diego
Get your low ride on
Get your low ride on, 805
Get your low ride on,
get your low ride on
Catch me rollin' in
the Chevrolet Classic
Maybe a bomb like the sticky
light green in my plastic
The candy paint is hard to match it
when the system on blast
And the windows all damp,
another crime lab production
Rattlin' through your town, but now
You gotta parlor with my congregation
Got nine in your faces,
you don't want no confrontation
Now I ain't sayin' that I won't fire
But just don't run up on my low rider
I'm low -riding,
can't be dip ping through the streets
Automatic strap cocked,
hidden un der the seat
Low -riding, all or something,
no candy cane
Who's the jealous?
Me and my fellas, we balling,
others hate
I'm low -riding,
I see these other buses
stopping at the stoplight
Hoping I slip, I hold my Glock tight
Low -riding, till the day that I fall
It's just the way we live our lives,
it's just the way that we ball
Mr. Criminal 
