Lyrics: Mr. Criminal - I Do It For The Westside

Lyrics For Mr. Criminal's "I Do It For The Westside" Song From His "Gang Bang Symphonies 3: Freestyle Edition" Compilation.



Verse 1:
First Off Right Here This For My Soldiers
All My Muthafucken Rollers
West Coasters
All My Muthafucken Locsters
Lets Smoke This
Muthafucken Kush Weed
West Coast Homie
Represent At Full Speed
Without No Looking Behind
Kush On My Mind
Everytime I'm Dropping A Rhyme
Feeling Sublime
Everytime I Light Up My Mind
Smoking On Bomb
Something Similar To Sadam
Who Sayin'
Mr. Criminal Is Insane
Blue Is The Color
All Inside My Fucken Shoe Strings
And Everywhere Between
Homie I Step & Get Green
I Get Paid To Hit Your City
And Light Up The Scene
Light Up The Green
Homie Get Right In-between
The Muthafucken Beat Kick & Clap
Homie On Me
I'm Steady Repping The Action
A Straight Assassin
These Lyrical Muthafucken Shit
I'm Taking A Fraction
Of The Cashfits
All Up In My Face Though
Way Slow
Homie Never Lay Low
WestSide, EastSide, SouthSide Dippin'
Mr. Criminal Sportin' Blue
But Never Fucken Crippin'
I'm Just Different
Than The Muthafucken Rest Of Em
Fools Be Coming Weak Ass Fuck
Homie I'm The Best Of Em
My Attitude Really
Is Fuck The Rest Of Em
My Flow Is Sick Ass Fuck
Thats Why The Rest Love Em

And I Be Dippin' Buzzin'
All Up In Public
Mr. Criminal Giving A Fuck
You Know How I Does It
Or How I Do It
Did I Say That Shit Wrong?
Off This Muthafucken Fluid Of Alcohol
Mixed With That Kush Weed
But I Been Living This Life
Since They Been Rapping About Bling Bling
I'm Talking Lil Wayne
And All These Other Kats
Whose Coming Up With Corny Raps
And All This Fucken Crap
And That Ain't No Diss
Its Just Telling The Truth
Listen To Their Interviews
They Say That They're Corny Too
I've Had A Mainstream Artist
Tell Me That Himself
Thats Why I Don't Sellout
I Stay Myself
I Gotta Keep It G
I Gotta Keep It Street
Matter A Fact Fuck The Industry
I Gotta Be Me
West Coast Mr. Criminal
Still Throwing That H Up
Worldwide Muthafuckas
No One Can Replace Us

Homie Turn The Bass Up
Ese Time TO Blaze Up
Muthafuckas Raise Up
If You Coming To Hate Us
I Be Coming With Muthafucken Game
Sharper Than Razors
Still With The Same Morals
From When The Days Of...
I Was Straight School'd
By The Homies That Raised Us
Straight From The Westside
Not Far From The Scrapers
In The 90s Used To Wear Cortez & Ben Davis
Even Though I Never Liked The Team
It Was Raiders
Its Hood Colors
Yeah That Silver & Black
With That Blue Rag On My side
Time To Attack
Mi Moreno & Travieso
Straight Living Like Mensos
Hopping Out With SKS's
Who Wanted Test Us
Remember That?
Back In The Days
Now I Rap About The Life
Changing My Ways
Trying To Make My Pay
In The Shady Ass Game
While These Muthafucken Lames
Keep Looking At Me Strange
And I Still Represent For That Westside
And I'll Do It Till My Death
Like Biggie Did For Bed-Stuy
Lets Ride To A Different Situation
On A Different Destination
Call It Cali-fornication
Like A California Quake
I Be Shaking All These Lames Up
Since My First Album
Told These Lames Step Your Game Up
Tryna Tell These Broke Muthafuckas
Step Your Change Up
Several Lames They Gave Up
Since The Day I Came Up

Chorus:
This One Right Here For My Soldiers
Homie I Do It For Them Gangstas
Homie I Do It For That Westside (Westside)
Homie Its That Westside (Westside)
I Do It For My Soldiers
This One Right Here Is For My Gangstas
Homie I Do It For That Westside (Westside)
Homie Its That Westside (Westside)
This One Right Here Is For My Soldiers
Homie I Do It For Them Gangstas
Homie I Do It For That Westside (Westside)
Homie Its That Westside (Westside)
I Do It For My Soldiers
This One Right Here Is For My Gangstas
Homie I Do It For That Westside (Westside)
Homie Its That Westside (Westside)