Текст песни Mr. Capone-E f Criminal - Last Man Standing
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* send corrections to the typist[Intro: Midnight Stalker]HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside gangster hitHi-Power Entertainment motherfuckersIf you didn`t know, it`s that motherfuckin CaponeWith that E and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So Criminal let `em know homes[Criminal]Criminals` leavin `em in concussionWatch out for the nine I`m bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, leavin your blood rushinYou don`t wanna be with me, I guaranteePick up the microphoneIn a world of my ownRepresent to the fullestSouthern Killer Cali I roamWatch out for the chrome I`m packin`When I`m drunk and I`m stonedMake sure it`s fully loaded when I`m leavin` my homeNever know where I always be trippin`And never will I get caught slippin`I`m sippin` on this bottleSmashin` on the throttleWhen I catch you out of luckIt`s like a motherfuckin` lottoLike Desperado, this latino`s got a gang of stratchLook at me the wrong way and I`ll put you on your backOn the attack, I don`t give a fuck who you areI always had a hard time pullin` your body off the dockFrom far and near, Criminals` name is all you hearThe young Sureсo, spittin` deadly rhymes in your ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders on a mission for a come upVatos trippin` and they slippin` if they wanna play youngBang-Bang on you hoes, oh no it`s CaponeStraight creepin` while your sleepin` its the Mr. CriminalLayin` low with except, waitin` for our late night checksWest coast representing piercing hallows through your chestPop-Pop we don`t stop till we reach this topPuttin` it down, open up shop and we never gonna stop leva[Mr. Capone-E]Oo wee, it`s Capone-E the ESouthside bang, fuck all my enemiesSee you can`t see me on a puck sucker statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do damageHooked up with Criminal now songs plain simpleSureсo love rockin` that little RegalIn a Lincoln ContinentalNow were ballin` out of controlLittle Simons` up in a BenzoSmokin` indoTill the sun rises upThat`ll fuck you upCause we don`t give a fuckFrom the S-G-V to the 2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?) allySouthern CaliHi-Power riders in this tankBangin shanksSlappin` fools up in this gangsta rapWho`s got your backCause your arm was full of (?)Mr. Capone-E makes you thinkAnd I`mma drop you like a biatch[Chorus][Criminal]Give it up the the Sureсos till the day that I dieKickin with the homeboys and I`m always gettin highDon`t ask me why, it`s just the life that I leadEarn my name for robbing motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and fuck your bullet-proof vestI come to correct but this ain`t no motherfuckin testIt`s a game called life and deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent from a youngster to a motherfuckin VetAnd what`s next, your life is took, by this young crookI had a ski mask on my face so ain`t no tellin` how I lookedI shook the scene and got a cleanRobbed that motherfucker for his cash and his blingWatch it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my neckConsequences of a motherfucker that just got checkedRespect this tiny rapper from the SouthStaight Sureсo till I die fuckin` chump, watch your mouth[Chorus][Outro: Midnight Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker knowWho`s runnin` this biatch