Mr. Criminal - Young, Brown And Dangerous | Текст песни

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[Intro: Mr. Criminal]
That's right ese homie
Guess who is back homie
You already know dawg
You alreayd know
Mr. Criminal still broadcasting live homie
Broadcasting live straight up off the motherfucking
Crime lab homie hahaha
That's right
What's up homie
What's up ese
All my motherfucking riders are going to feel this shit ese!

[Verse 1: Mr Criminal]
Lowrider seating on those motherfucking 100 spokes
Purple kush in my mind
Token on a fucking roach
West coast the home of the soliders ese
Vatos tatted back
Khaki's up represtent the trece
The state of car theft, homicide, and green leaf
Banged out hispanic ready to ride on our enemies
Born and raised in the city of no pity
Placas rolling down the calles homie
Attitude shitty lil homies
Strapped up rolling on a bicicleta
Got the barrio on his back
While they smoking on some yeska
Older homies spread around
Organize making them moves
Some locked up behind them prison fences
Others vatos living senseless
I ask myself will it ever stop
Last week one of my homies
Had a shootout with the cops
Now I understand why Pac saw death around the corner
Cause it is hard to stay alive in the state of California

[Chorus: Mr. Criminal]
I stay moving, dipping, and grooving
Through the streets of California
Head up with my chest out
Puffing on up on that?
Daily packing a stainless
Keep my eyes on what my aims is
Fools they just can't fucking fade us
Cause we young brown and dangerous
Homicide 3 strikes
Homies facing 3 lifes
Daily creeping on the come up
And we riding tonight
And still I'm packing a stainless
Keep my eyes where my aim is
Daily dodging the investigators
Cause I'm young brown and dangerous

[Verse 2: Mr. Criminal]
Another day another dollar to make
Another rider another sack?
Another stash another strap with a shank
Another voice in my head telling me to stop
But I can't I hit the stop sign
I recoginze the spot? quick
The same vato taking shit rolling thick with his click
But now it just me and him face to face
In a second made sure the bitch leva
See my eyes I made the exit out of the ride
Bullets starts to fly fuck a drive by
I walk up and let that motherfucking pistol fly
Because it's hard to live and it's soo easy to die
Before I let em take my life
I rather face 25
Because I'm real about this business
Fuck a dream of getting paid
Instead of lying up in a hearse
I Rather push an esclade
My homie Creeper is doing time
Homie Demon is doing time
My homie Hooey is doing time
I'm trying to keep this shit alive

[Chorus: Mr. Criminal]

[Verse 3: Mr. Criminal]
Shoutout to all my perros
Living giving it up
I toke up a little yeska for my homies in cuffs
I pour out a little liquor for the homies that's stuck
Inside a coffin never forgotton ese no matter what
I told these levas in 2001 that I'll never stop
Did soo much in such a short time ese looks who is on top
M-r dot capital C-r-I-m and yes
Young brown and dangerous
Represent the motherfucking west
It's 2007 the mentality is the same
Bang first or get banged on
That's just life in the game
Taking penitentiary chances
Could get?
Some homies never get the chance
And just live rigtheous?
I'm the proud of my people
The voice of my community
All my raza from the southern side
Represent this unity
Sick and tired of this levas talking
Claming what they do to me
State to state I represent
And still I'm staying true

[Chorus: Mr. Criminal]

[Outro: Mr. Criminal]
You wanna test
Think I'm soft
Run up on me ese
See why I'm young brown and dangerous homie
You already motherfucking know dawg
This is for my motherfucking riders
My southside riders to be exact
West Coast stand up
All my motherfuckin

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