Oh shit, shit sounds hard as fuck,
turn it up in my headphones real quick,
oh shit, it's that type of shit
that makes you wanna ring out
it's right for the masses,
that criminal mentality, fuck you.
First of all, most Chicano rappers turn to crap,
I came to hurt some feelings
as I came to spit some facts,
what the fuck is going on in this game,
it's really wack, pop those
and threw the train off the track
First of all, half of these lovers
thought that they were black
Other motherfuckers were just imaginin'
The other half of these lovers
And the rest is just history,
that's a motherfuckin' fact
Let me take you on a tour
of this gang called Chicana Rap
these youngsters follow that
Tryin' to be somethin' that they seen
To pick them out is too easy
but realize the game needs me
It's sickenin', food stick,
they snoop, pock, and easy
I hit em all like a salt, it's a battery
with this criminal mentality
I ain't feeling what I'm hearing
Still sitting back steady puffing
The game is steady falling
with this criminal mentality
And haters still hating these days
I'm still getting the stings
with semi -automatic things
I live how I want you chase
with this criminal mentality
I know I say a lot of shit that
but don't got the heart to speak it
Game solid and some semen
it was back to that street shit
Yeah, the radio could keep it
And honestly the rest of that garbage
you won't hear me on your stations
But you might see me posted
Backstage sippin' on Coronas Marijuana
in them dollar bills is my aroma
Mr. Criminal gives a fuck,
get smoked with the chrono
I ain't feelin' what I'm hearin'
Honestly, still sittin' back steady,
puffin' on the bombin' suite
fallin' fast with the economy
with this criminal mentality
And haters still hatin' these days
I'm still hittin' the stage
with semi -automatic bangs
chase what you want to be
with this criminal mentality
I bounce, rock, roll, skate
Straight from the gold estate
nah, they know they fake it
Here with something covered up
It ain't my fault your authors fell off,
I try to tell them from the gate
But it's too late I try to tell them
but they fell and they burned
It ain't my motherfuckin' fault,
therefore my feelings ain't concerned
You left us with the gang
they left as fast as you came
That's when reality burned into
Reality, you find this life,
it ain't about the glamour,
the glitter and the shine
It's dedication, destiny,
I ain't feelin' what I'm hearin'
Honestly, still sittin' back steady,
puffin' on the vomit sweet
fallin' fast with the economy
with this criminal mentality
Your head is still hatin' these days
I'm still gettin' the stank
with semi -automatic bangs
with this criminal mentality