笨小笨Side 2 Side (Explicit)歌词由Mr.Criminal演唱，出自专辑《Ryder Music (Explicit)》，下面是《Side 2 Side (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Side 2 Side (Explicit)歌词完整版
Yeah
Uh...
You Already Know
We Keep Coming With That West Coast G- Funk
Hahaha (laughing)
That's Right , Now uhh
Watcha Hearing Right Now
Do Not Attempt To Adjust Your Stereo System
Don't Even Trip
Hhaha,Yeah, That's Right Homie, 2007
Mr. Criminal, Still Hitting'em With that West Coast, Southside, G-Funk, Latino Gangster Shit
Hahahahaha, Yeah, Uh...Uh
We Keep it Bouncing like Uh, We Break it Down Uh
West Coast, Southside
(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a mother****er stuck
Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' ****ed off - liquor
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack
Thats fo sho black
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young mutha****a doin' dirt
And now im in the rap game like the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug mutha****as wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my mutha****in magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Bust, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggas scary best it's time to be buried
Cause ill be buckin' in a ****in hurry
Thug for life,high till' I die
Shootin crooked ass cops let me fry
Do or die to my brothers in the penetentary, raise hell when them niggas mention me
Now All My Soldiers
Throw Your Hands Up
And All My Gangsters
Hold Your Rags Up
And All My Ryders
Put Your Straps Up
And if Your Bumpin Mr. Criminal
Turn The Jam Up
Now All My Soldiers
Throw Your Hands Up
And All My Gangsters
Hold Your Rags Up
And All My Ryders
Put Your Straps Up
And if Your Bumpin Mr. Criminal
Turn The Jam Up
Now Just Make the Chevy Bounce
From Side 2 Side
All My Ladies in The House
Move it Side 2 Side
Just Make the Chevy Bounce
From Side 2 Side
All My Ryders in The House
Wave it Side 2 Side
Allow Me To Take This Second Hit To Reintroduce Myself
The One thats Known as Mr. Criminal
Keepin it Original and still
Some want to Duplicate The General
Steady Burning Them Like Chemicals
Leaving Them Stuck Like Vegetables
They Try There's No Identicals
I Keep The West Coast On My Mind
At All times
Smokin On Up The Cali Kind
This Life it has Me On The Grind
Stacking Big Faces
In Briefcases, Ten Rifles
Safe Overflowed With Straps
You want some drama face it
I Swear These Fools
Are So Basic
A Couple Of Hits
Of Criminal's **** Got
You Stuck all up in the matrix
I Keep it Sick Like sodomy
You want some Drama G
Picture Criminal in The Cut
Hands Up Like a Robbery
I Stay in White Nikes
Muscle shirts that fit right
501s All Creased Tight
Blue Rags On My Left And Right
I Guarantee To Give The Gente What They Need
Why you Think that When They
Need The Crowd rocked ese they call on me
(Chorus)
Game? Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money
But you stuck on these fake *****es
And jealous mutha****as can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid *****es, pass the ***** free
So tell me why u sweatin' a mutha****a like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You ***** ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first mutha****a to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
Thug mutha****as don't die we get high and we multiply
Mutha****aa!!
Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay
I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK
Rest in peace to my nigga Kato
Till bury me nigga lay low
Now All My Soldiers
Throw Your Hands Up
And All My Gangsters
Hold Your Rags Up
And All My Ryders
Put Your Straps Up
And if Your Bumpin Mr. Criminal
Turn The Jam Up
Now All My Soldiers
Throw Your Hands Up
And All My Gangsters
Hold Your Rags Up
And All My Ryders
Put Your Straps Up
And if Your Bumpin Mr. Criminal
Turn The Jam Up
Boom! thats it homie, another heatrock served at your mother****ing ass. Honestly I heard this beat, within minutes i ripped this **** to pieces (laughing). Yeah, I hate to sound cocky but all you other mother****ers are sloppy back up off me ese. Step your mother****ing game up, 2007 belongs us HI power entertainment soldados marching on the frontline where you at homie? Its Crime time aka the lyrical assassin Mr criminal mother****ers know whats up ese, yeah its ryder muzik ese coming straight through your stereo, bumping all through your ****ing varrio yeah i told these mother****ers they werent ready for this **** turn your system up full blast and put your bass up ese, cuz i break this **** down its ryder muzik homie boom boom, yeah
