You Can Find Me (feat. Carolyn Rodriguez)

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 never make it but fuck it we breaking 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 D.A., 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 Damier 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 I never thought that 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 sick 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