Mr. Criminal, Carolyn Rodriguez - You Can Find Me lyrics

Rolling with Mr criminal today
It’s a sunny day on the West Side yeah
Yeah, yeah Uhuh

As I dip glide, three-wheel motion
Let that shit slide
Bringing the gangsta oldies for
That West Side
Mr criminal in the deck so let’s ride
(let’s ride)
It’s for the old school with that new twist
Your shit is old news
Laughing at you silly broke foos
Not in the category
To make that paper stack that’s mandatory
Used to keep one back in the days
These days they pack it for me
And that’s boss shit
New Mercedes Benz looking flawless
They said we’d nеver make it but
Fuck it we brеaking laws bitch
Used to be on probation
Homies living lawless
Knew it was in my destiny
To get mine regardless set my goals high
Criminal’s shooting for his targets
Fuck the judge, fuck the DA
Fuck the probation office i’m a floss it
Number one selling Latin rap artist
Oldies for the West Side
Yeah homie I brought this
Give you something new to bump
You never heard from Criminal
Dropping oldie discs
We bring that shit so original
Had to get Dominator on some shit
It’s critical
A deadly combination like missing
Two fucking chemicals bout to blow up
Criminal’s got this shit sown up
Nothing but that stilo coming up
Out your fucking regal
When I do it for my latinos, legal or illegal
Till I die I make this music for my people

You can find me (yeah, yeah)
Always riding (Uhuh)
Cruising jamming West Side Oldies
Music like that can only hold me
I’ll be riding shining so clean (so clean)

Criminal’s known to strictly hustle
Focused on them Cash stacks
Homies in the back rolling when
I tell em pass that
Louis print, on the belt and backpack
We made it, celebrate it
Get my girl a bag to match that
Making new music
Foos be focusing on hashtags
Silly bastards spreading like some cancer
Fuck the hating
Been to hell before never thought
I would make it back cold jail cells
All them years I’m never taking back
Celebrating, make a rap over that OG smoke
Roll a blunt, let’s toast
Doing it for the West Coast
Don’t mean to brag and boast
But I do it the most
Faded comatose, a criminals about to overdose
Off that West Coast G
Funk Dominator production
Lyrical destruction when I come
In any function
And I’m flowing like southern rivers
Cali to the G
East Coast West Coast Down South
I deliver like a hippie as I’m doing this
Strictly for that old school
Making waves like pro tools
Give a twist to making soul new
And it’s West Side Oldies
Bringing it for the homies
Strictly for the muthafucking OG’s

You can find me always riding
Cruising jamming West Side Oldies
Music like that can only hold me
I’ll be riding shining so clean (so clean)

This is why we can’t stop grinding
Staying money motivated
Coming up you know they hate it
Made it, living good
Staying sucka free (ooh)

And I don’t stop, won’t stop
Mr criminal making it drop
For them OG lowriders, that’s making it hop
Up and down the boulevards
I do it for them ghetto stars
Strictly for them riders ese
You know who you are
I do it strictly for my gente
Southern California, done raised a sick mente
Shots of presidente rolling beamers
And them benzes
Jordan’s on my feet, Versace on my lentes
Diamonds on my residential
Gucci bags in the rental
I remember when everything in
Life was bare minimum
Water in my cereal but the
Hustle made it change
Pistols in the homies range
But now I hustle having things
Get the studio just to make the music bang
They loving a Criminal worldwide
Cause I’m spitting flames
And I’ll be doing it to my grave
But now I flip the page west Side Oldies
Trying to make this fucking music bang

You can find me always riding
Cruising jamming West Side Oldies
Music like that can only hold me
I’ll be riding shining so clean

Jamming West Side Oldies oh yeah