Mr. Criminal - You Can Find Me (feat. Carolyn Rodriguez) Lyrics

[Carolyn Rodriguez]Rolling with Mr. Criminal todayIt's a sunny day on the West Side yeahYeah yeah Uhuh[Verse 1: Mr Criminal]As I dip glide, three-wheel motion, let that shit slideBringing the gangsta oldies for that West SideMr. Criminal in the deck so let's ride (let's ride)It's for the old school with that new twistYour shit is old news, laughing at you silly broke foosNot in the categoryTo make that paper stack that's mandatoryUsed to keep one back in the daysThese days they pack it for me, and that's boss shitNew Mercedes Benz looking flawlessThey said we'd nеver make it but fuck it we brеaking laws bitchUsed to be on probation, homies living lawlessKnew it was in my destiny to get mine regardlessSet my goals high, Criminal's shooting for his targetsFuck the judge, fuck the D.A., fuck the probation officeI'm a floss it, number one selling Latin rap artistOldies for the West Side, yeah homie I brought thisGive you something new to bump, you never heard from CriminalDropping oldie discs, we bring that shit so originalHad to get Dominator on some shit, it's criticalA deadly combination like missing two fucking chemicalsBout to blow up, Criminal's got this shit sown upNothing but that stilo coming up out your fucking regalWhen I do it for my latinos, legal or illegalTill I die I make this music for my people[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]You can find me (yeah yeah)Always riding (Uhuh)Cruising jamming West Side OldiesMusic like that can only hold meI'll be riding shining so clean (so clean)[Verse 2: Mr. Criminal]Criminal's known to strictly hustleFocused on them Cash stacksHomies in the back rolling when I tell em pass that[?] Louis print, on the belt and backpackWe made it, celebrate it, get my girl a bag to match thatMaking new music, foos be focusing on hashtagsSilly bastards spreading like some cancer, fuck the hatingBeen to hell before never thought I would make it backCold jail cells, all them years I'm never taking backCelebrating, make a rap over that OG smokeRoll a blunt, let's toast, doing it for the West CoastDon't mean to brag and boast, but I do it [?] the mostFaded comatose, a criminals about to overdoseOff that West Coast G funk Dominator productionLyrical destruction when I come in any functionAnd I'm flowing like southern rivers, Cali to the GEast Coast West Coast Down SouthI deliver like a hippieAs I'm doing this, strictly for that old schoolMaking waves like pro toolsGive a twist to making soul newAnd it's West Side OldiesBringing it for the homiesStrictly for the muthafucking OG's[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]You can find meAlways ridingCruising jamming West Side OldiesMusic like that can only hold meI'll be riding shining so clean (so clean)[Carolyn Rodriguez]This is why weCan't stop grindingStaying money motivatedComing up you know they hate itMade it, living goodStaying sucka free (ooh)[Verse 3: Mr. Criminal]And I don't stop, won't stopMr. Criminal making it dropFor them OG lowriders, that's making it hopUp and down the boulevards, I do it for them ghetto starsStrictly for them riders ese, you know who you areI do it strictly for my genteSouthern California, done raised a sick menteShots of presidente rolling beamers and them benzesJordan's on my feet, Versace on my lentesDiamonds on my residentialGucci bags in the rentalI remember when everything in life was bare minimumWater in my cereal but the hustle made it changePistols in the homies rangeBut now I hustle having thingsGet the studio just to make the music bangThey loving a Criminal worldwide cause I'm spitting flamesAnd I'll be doing it to my graveBut now I flip the pageWest Side OldiesTrying to make this fucking music bang[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]You can find meAlways ridingCruising jamming West Side OldiesMusic like that can only hold meI'll be riding shining so cleanJamming West Side OldiesOh yeah