Gangsta Shit Songtext
von Mr. Criminal & Mr. Capone-E

Rap clowns jockin, haters wanna stop it
I keep a pistol close don′t make me have to pop it
Southside reppin, packing all the weapons
Blue paño hangin off over my side where the Tec is
Trunk vibrating, rolling my daytons
Through the streets of cali catch me westside skating
Green hydro burning, wrong way turning
Holding on the weapon manufactured by them Germans
Cause I'm southsidin′, lowridin', brown pridin'
Extra clips in the back when I′m ridin′
Ese stay heated, stay weeded
Keep serving up all them muthafuckin fiends, cause they need it
I stay creased a loco stays in the streets
I get paid to say my feelings on these beats Haha
It's just the life of a criminal turn the system up loud
Ese can you feel me now?


Hahahaha that′s how we do this shit homie
Sounds of the Varrio Part muthafuckin 2 hahahaha
Yea turn that shit up homie
Matter of fact adjust the muthafuckin bass
I hear alot of fools talking
But I don't see ′em doing shit

I break fools off I'm sick like Hannibal Lecter
Get your shit sewn off your bitch you better protect it
Cause the clips no cost I′ll give it to you free like all of these rappers when they flop
I'm sicker than the HIV virus when I drop
I never will, I can't and I just won′t stop keep rising to the top
I swear these lames be looking petty ass hell
Flopped out with that whack shit that don′t sell
Well I told all these lames to stay out the game
Obviously this shit don't change, point blank range as I hop out the rage
Fuck ′em making 'em feel the pain ese Criminal′s so insane my brain it just cannot be tamed
Desert Eagle spittin them flames, mouth full of smoke from the jane
A tiny wino puffin on hydro all I do is let my mind flow, This is survival; cock it back as I let the nine go
Throwing bullets like Brett Favre's throwing up spirals, Haha I let that muthafuckin nine go

Yea hahaha this shit ain′t done
We keep smashin'
Sounds of the fuckin' Varrio
Haha yea
Westcoast, Southside, let em know let em know


I keep bringing the heat got one into the street
Opposition′s obsolete once the mission′s complete
I keep their heads ringing like Dre did when he left the Row
Now they're focused on the Criminal knowing hes the next to blow
I switch flows I rip shows and flip O′s
Mi vida loca, mi clicka is full of schizos
You're so ridiculous you′re tryna get with this is
It's like you′re bare foot crossing with lava cannot step to this
I'm dangerous, I'm not to be fucked with
Competition gets stuck quick like a bitch that sucks dick
I′m like Saddam with a strap in my palm, Get invaded like Vietnam, bigger than King Kong
I′m gigantic, making fools sink like the Titanic
I'm a Titan like Vince Young, look at this hispanic
Hows he tearing up the scene, hows he doing damage?
Independently killing ′em all Hi-Power status
And now they wanna follow, they wanna copy
Wanted to travel the world like us ese back up off me
They wanna look like, dress like, be like us
But they can't and it′s obvious they're all on the nuts
So I bust a couple of rounds a couple of shots at these clowns
Since they wanna maddogg ese shots at their frowns
I took a muthafuckin shot now I found that I clown and ain′t no muthafuckin stoppin me now

Haha that's how we do it
It's Hi-Power
Westcoast
Southside
Hahaha that′s how we do it homie
These muthafuckers better learn homie
It′s Sounds of the Varrio Mr.Criminal I got that new shit coming soon
The Rise To Power
My new shit haha yea
Don't sleep homie, don′t sleep homie
I might come up right behind you
Don't think I don′t hear all you fuckin fake ass internet ass wannabe ass me fuckin vatos
Saying fuck Hi-Power every five minutes out of your fuckin mouth
But you'll never come out of your muthafuckin house hahahaha yea uh