Mr. Criminal, Suga Free - Better Quit lyrics
[Mr. Criminal, Suga Free - Better Quit lyrics]
I’m in the crime lab, see hm
Can I talk to y’all? Hi Power shit man
See, when you doin’ something for a long
Time you get good at it
Come on okay, baby you got your shoes on?
Because we finna get out here in Pomona
And dip down low and we
Gonna get our groove on
I’m in the studio with Capone-E and Criminal
It’s like that homeboy, so subliminal
Shooting pool smoking big big blunts
Like that motherfucker having real big fun
And Suga Free burning candles of basketball
Coming smooth like that I ain’t wit y’all
Thought I was gone, nigga I’m right back here
Nigga on the microphone
Spittin’ dope shit, P Town
Pomona west 30 minutes from LA
And we the best
Haha fairplex dippin’ in a trey
Third wheel in the sky with a slab
Suga Free nigga came right back
Smell my muthafucking finger
Nigga this a jack
You better quit fucking with me
What have I done to you or of you suga Free
You better quit fucking with me
I’m on medication, and I’ll get you hiiigh
I’m straight dippin’ through the streets
Of California in the summertime
Still repping the west coast
Hi Power southern side
That’s how we do it in the west
All day long smoking on the bomb no stress
And I’m rolling through the P Town
Got the top drop rolling with the beat loud
That’s how it goes in California
My homie Suga Free is
Pimping hoes in California
They say it never rains
It never snows in California
The homies gang bang that’s how
It goes in California
And hustlers still be making that money man
Slanging bundles of that crystal
Mary Jane and that cocaine
Everybody making their profit's
And the one times tripping but
They still can’t stop it
Still got the Glock in my pocket
West coast pop lockin
Cali still keeping it popping
Tell me if you wanna ride with a G
Take a trip out to the big bad Cali
It’s H-P-G till the day I D-IE
Making money everyday smoking weed
Fuck a freestyle I don’t bust for free
Suga Free sing the hook for me
You better quit fucking with me
What have I done to you or of you suga Free
You better quit fucking with me
I’m on medication, and I’ll get you hiiigh
Let me talk to em Free that’s right homie
That’s how it goes down
From Silverlake to the P Town
Making motherfuckers bow down, to the west
The W-S, where the sun sets homie
It’s California the west side
Haha that’s right homie switch to this shit
Hood rats do your thang
Homie gang bangin’ lowriden
Cruising Sunday nights
Rolling with your lady
Whatever it’s all good homie
Suga Free - Mr criminal h-P-G
It was destined to be
Some of that west coast flavor you
Can bump in your trunk homie
Props to the homie Sovan aka So-vizzle
Sick ass muthafucking track you
Hear right here
2009 shit, only the strong survive
Can I talk to y’all? Hi Power shit man
See, when you doin’ something for a long
Time you get good at it
Come on okay, baby you got your shoes on?
Because we finna get out here in Pomona
And dip down low and we
Gonna get our groove on
I’m in the studio with Capone-E and Criminal
It’s like that homeboy, so subliminal
Shooting pool smoking big big blunts
Like that motherfucker having real big fun
And Suga Free burning candles of basketball
Coming smooth like that I ain’t wit y’all
Thought I was gone, nigga I’m right back here
Nigga on the microphone
Spittin’ dope shit, P Town
Pomona west 30 minutes from LA
And we the best
Haha fairplex dippin’ in a trey
Third wheel in the sky with a slab
Suga Free nigga came right back
Smell my muthafucking finger
Nigga this a jack
You better quit fucking with me
What have I done to you or of you suga Free
You better quit fucking with me
I’m on medication, and I’ll get you hiiigh
I’m straight dippin’ through the streets
Of California in the summertime
Still repping the west coast
Hi Power southern side
That’s how we do it in the west
All day long smoking on the bomb no stress
And I’m rolling through the P Town
Got the top drop rolling with the beat loud
That’s how it goes in California
My homie Suga Free is
Pimping hoes in California
They say it never rains
It never snows in California
The homies gang bang that’s how
It goes in California
And hustlers still be making that money man
Slanging bundles of that crystal
Mary Jane and that cocaine
Everybody making their profit's
And the one times tripping but
They still can’t stop it
Still got the Glock in my pocket
West coast pop lockin
Cali still keeping it popping
Tell me if you wanna ride with a G
Take a trip out to the big bad Cali
It’s H-P-G till the day I D-IE
Making money everyday smoking weed
Fuck a freestyle I don’t bust for free
Suga Free sing the hook for me
You better quit fucking with me
What have I done to you or of you suga Free
You better quit fucking with me
I’m on medication, and I’ll get you hiiigh
Let me talk to em Free that’s right homie
That’s how it goes down
From Silverlake to the P Town
Making motherfuckers bow down, to the west
The W-S, where the sun sets homie
It’s California the west side
Haha that’s right homie switch to this shit
Hood rats do your thang
Homie gang bangin’ lowriden
Cruising Sunday nights
Rolling with your lady
Whatever it’s all good homie
Suga Free - Mr criminal h-P-G
It was destined to be
Some of that west coast flavor you
Can bump in your trunk homie
Props to the homie Sovan aka So-vizzle
Sick ass muthafucking track you
Hear right here
2009 shit, only the strong survive