Side 2 Side - Mr. Criminal：歌詞、ミュージックビデオ、コンサート

Side 2 Side

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Side 2 Sideは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2007年7月31日にHi Power Ent.によりリリースされましたRyder Muzic

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アルバムRyder Muzic

リリース日2007年7月31日

レーベルHi Power Ent.

言語English

メロディック度

アコースティック度

ヴァランス

ダンサビリティ

エネルギー

BPM100

概要

歌詞

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS

DJ AK

Performer

Mr. Criminal

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Hi Power

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Hi Power

Producer

歌詞

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Uh, you already know

We keep comin' with that west coast G-funk

That's right

Now what, what you hearin' right now

Do not attempt to adjust your stereo system

Don't even trip

[Verse 2]

Yeah, that's right, homie, 2007

Mr. Criminal still hittin' with that west coast, south side G-funk

Latino gangster shit

Yeah, uh, uh

We keep it bouncin' like, uh

We break it down, uh

West coast south side, HPG, what's up?

[Verse 3]

Allow me to take this second hit to reintroduce myself

The one that's known as Mr. Criminal, keepin' it original

But still some want to duplicate the general

Steady burnin' 'em like chemicals

Leavin' 'em stuck like vegetables

They try, there's no identicals

I keep the west coast on my mind at all time

Smokin' up on the Cali kind, this life it has me on the grind

Stackin' big faces in briefcases

Ten rifles safe overflow with straps to dry my face

I swear these fools are so basic

A couple of hits of criminal 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

[Verse 4]

I stay in white Nikes, muscle shirts that fit right

501s are creased tight, blue rags on my left and right

I guarantee to get the hit, get what they need

Why you think that when they need the crowd rocked

They said to call on me?

[Verse 5]

Now all my soldiers, throw your hands up

And all my gangsters, hold your rags up

And all my riders, put your straps up

And if you're bumpin' Mr. Criminal, turn the jam up

[Verse 6]

Now all my soldiers, throw your hands up

And all my gangsters, hold your rags up

And all my riders, put your straps up

And if you're bumpin' Mr. Criminal, turn the jam up

[Verse 7]

Now, just make your Chevy bounce from side 2 side

All my ladies in the house movin' side 2 side

Just make your Chevy bounce from side 2 side

All my riders in the house wave from side 2 side

[Verse 8]

I do it for them riders in the 62s, 3s and 64s

OGs rollin' in them Vato suicidal doors

Front, back, side 2 side, clap and hittin' them corners

Hot boxin' on three wheels, that's the smell of the aroma

It's that high power shit, dawg, you servin' that stress

I stay kushed out, baby, so I flood the US

With that bomb, ay, I'm steady scraping in broad day

This California lifestyle we ridin' like all day

[Verse 9]

It's Ss up, Ls up, Ps up, Cs up

We just some Gs, what, hittin' 'em up with these cuts

I'm steady blowin' up so high, stay on these nuts

Stayin' in the studio daily, stackin' up my Gs

Stayin' on the road with the homie, Capone

Another day, another flight, another night, another show

So I make the crowd go crazy as them clouds flow

All my Rasa comin' out, it makes me really proud

[Verse 10]

Now all my soldiers, throw your hands up

And all my gangsters, hold your rags up

And all my riders, put your straps up

And if you're bumpin' Mr. Criminal, turn the jam up

[Verse 11]

Now all my soldiers, throw your hands up

And all my gangsters, hold your rags up

And all my riders, put your straps up

And if you're bumpin' Mr. Criminal, turn the jam up

[Verse 12]

Now, just make your Chevy bounce from side 2 side

All my ladies in the house movin' side 2 side

Just make your Chevy bounce from side 2 side

All my riders in the house wave from side 2 side

[Verse 13]

Boom, that's it, homie

Another heat rock served at your motherfuckin' ass

Honestly I heard this beat

Within minutes I ripped the shit to pieces

Yeah, I hate to sound cocky

But all you other motherfuckers are sloppy

Back up off me, ese

Step your motherfuckin' game up

2007 belongs to us

High power entertainment, soldados marchin' on the frontline

Where you at, homie?

It's Crime time, AKA the lyrical assassin, Mr. Criminal

Motherfuckers know what's up, ese

[Verse 14]

Yeah, it's rider music, ese

Comin' straight through your stereo

Bumpin' all through your fucking barrio

Yeah, I told you motherfuckers weren't ready for this shit

Turn your system up full blast

Put your bass up, ese, 'cause I break this shit down

It's rider music, homie, boom, boom, yeah

Written by: Hi Power

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