Mr. Criminal & 2Pac - Side 2 Side (D-Ace Remix) | Текст песни

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• Mr. Criminal & 2Pac
• Side 2 Side (D-Ace Remix)

Yeah
Uh...
You Already Know
We Keep Coming With That West Coast G- Funk
Hahaha (laughing)
That's Right , Now uhh
Watcha Hearing Right Now
Do Not Attempt To Adjust Your Stereo System
Don't Even Trip

Hahaha,Yeah, That's Right Homie, 2007
Mr. Criminal, Still Hitting'em With that West Coast, Southside, G-Funk, Latino Gangster Shit
Hahahahaha, Yeah, Uh...Uh
We Keep it Bouncing like Uh, We Break it Down Uh
West Coast, Southside

[verse 1: 2pac]
(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack
Thats fo sho black
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
And now im in the rap game like the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Bust, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry
Thug for life,high till' I die
Shootin crooked ass cops let me fry
Do or die to my brothers in the penetentary, raise hell when them niggas mention me

(Chorus)
Now All My Soldiers
Throw Your Hands Up
And All My Gangsters
hold Your Rags Up
And All My Ryders
Put Your Straps Up
And if Your Bumpin Mr. Criminal
Turn The Jam Up

Now All My Soldiers
Throw Your Hands Up
And All My Gangsters
hold Your Rags Up
And All My Ryders
Put Your Straps Up
And if Your Bumpin Mr. Criminal
Turn The Jam Up

Now Just Make the Chevy Bounce
From Side 2 Side
All My Ladies in The House
Move it Side 2 Side
Just Make the Chevy Bounce
From Side 2 Side
All My Ryders in The House
wave it Side 2 Side

[verse 2: mr. criminal]
Allow Me To Take This Second Hit To Reintroduce Myself
The One thats Known as Mr. Criminal
Keepin it Original and still
some want to Duplicate The General
Steady Burning Them Like Chemicals
Leaving Them Stuck Like Vegetables
They Try There's No Identicals
I Keep The West Coast On My Mind
At All times
Smokin On Up The Cali Kind
This Life it has Me On The Grind
Stacking Big Faces
in Briefcases, Ten Rifles
Safe Overflowed With Straps
you want some drama face it
I Swear These Fools
Are So Basic
A Couple Of Hits
Of Criminal's Shit Got
You Stuck all up in the matrix
I Keep it Sick Like sodomy
You want some Drama G
Picture Criminal in The Cut
Hands Up Like a Robbery
I Stay in White Nikes
muscle shirts that fit right
501s All Creased Tight
Blue Rags On My Left And Right
I Guarantee To Give The Gente What They Need
Why you Think that When They
Need The Crowd rocked ese they call on me

(Chorus)

[verse 3: tupac]
Game? Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money,
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jealous muthafuckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthafucka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply
Muthafuckaa!!
Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay
I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK
Rest in peace to my nigga Kato
Till bury me nigga lay low

(Chorus)

(talk)
Boom! thats it homie, another heatrock served at your motherfucking ass. Honestly I heard this beat, within minutes i ripped this shit to pieces (laughing). Yeah, I hate to sound cocky but all you other motherfuckers are sloppy back up off me ese. Step your motherfucking game up, 2007 belongs us HI power entertainment soldados marching on the frontline where you at homie? Its Crime time aka the lyrical assassin Mr criminal motherfuckers know whats up ese, yeah its ryder muzik ese coming straight through your stereo, bumping all through your fucking varrio yeah i told these motherfuckers they werent ready for this shit turn your system up full blast and put your bass up ese, cuz i break this shit down its ryder muzik homie boom boom, yeah