Mr. Criminal - I‘m A Rider lyrics
[Mr. Criminal - I‘m A Rider lyrics]
Im from the side where they ask
You "where you from ese"?
Never been to Cali, let me teach you a lesson
They call that hittin you up
You reppin claiming a set
So many past, rest in peace
Representing the west
This cali lifestyle is no joke
Grew up in the ghetto, with no hope
Disrespect the varrio, homies cut your throat
The streets been snitching, so we never told
So much props so we never fold
Never learn even when
The homies layin cold, it's a
Sad game, can't hang, gotta go
Spraypaint on the wall rep the varrio
It's where im from
Its that California love, hit em up
Westside all eyez on me like
Pac im a motherfuckin rider
Like biggie stay ready to die
No fear in my eyes
Like Spice 1 rolling with the strap on
My side cuz im a rider
We grew up with names like
Loco, Criminal and Demon
They know the reason
On my side cops watchin fools leaving
Tryna put federal cases all on my team and
Its been the same since the early 80‘s
Undercovers watch my pops when i
Was just a baby, all through the
Caia homies drew lady crazy
So the reason hustlin daily
Just don't amaze me
The way we raised we just a
Product of it, not glorifying, just kickin
Knowledge of it, sad truth most the
Time theres no college for us
Just liquor stores on every
Corner bottles for us
Dope fiends slangin in the arms
Or rockin it up
Fools most the time lay eyes i
Got a Glock in the touch
Im tryna slowly leave the ways of the sur
I rep the im a rider still
I pray for the lord
Its that California love hit em
Up westside all eyez
On me like pac im a motherfuckin rider
Like biggie stay ready to die no
Fear in my eyes like Spice
1 rolling with the strap on my
Side cuz im a rider
You "where you from ese"?
Never been to Cali, let me teach you a lesson
They call that hittin you up
You reppin claiming a set
So many past, rest in peace
Representing the west
This cali lifestyle is no joke
Grew up in the ghetto, with no hope
Disrespect the varrio, homies cut your throat
The streets been snitching, so we never told
So much props so we never fold
Never learn even when
The homies layin cold, it's a
Sad game, can't hang, gotta go
Spraypaint on the wall rep the varrio
It's where im from
Its that California love, hit em up
Westside all eyez on me like
Pac im a motherfuckin rider
Like biggie stay ready to die
No fear in my eyes
Like Spice 1 rolling with the strap on
My side cuz im a rider
We grew up with names like
Loco, Criminal and Demon
They know the reason
On my side cops watchin fools leaving
Tryna put federal cases all on my team and
Its been the same since the early 80‘s
Undercovers watch my pops when i
Was just a baby, all through the
Caia homies drew lady crazy
So the reason hustlin daily
Just don't amaze me
The way we raised we just a
Product of it, not glorifying, just kickin
Knowledge of it, sad truth most the
Time theres no college for us
Just liquor stores on every
Corner bottles for us
Dope fiends slangin in the arms
Or rockin it up
Fools most the time lay eyes i
Got a Glock in the touch
Im tryna slowly leave the ways of the sur
I rep the im a rider still
I pray for the lord
Its that California love hit em
Up westside all eyez
On me like pac im a motherfuckin rider
Like biggie stay ready to die no
Fear in my eyes like Spice
1 rolling with the strap on my
Side cuz im a rider