Yeah, I'm really lovin' this Southern
California lifestyle right about now
I'm lovin' the palm trees,
I'm lovin' the ocean breeze
I'm lovin' the sticky trees, yeah
Let me show you what I do
If you know about a criminal,
you know I'm droppin' that D -shit
Beat smooth as silk,
flow harder than some semen
Now it's payday food
when I used to roll them mixes
Now I'm thinkin' God diamonds
in my gold Jesus
Keep this west coast,
south side banging
If you ain't talking money,
you ain't smacking my knuckles
Southern California,
mean streets, I was racing
Homies used to pack revolvers,
pistols, and gauges
And it's the same clique,
and it's the same side
Homies turning that up
and sick in the daytime
And I'ma stay fly,
and I'ma stay high -powered
HBG to the day that I die
Making money, get my hustle on daily,
that's my life
And I'm doing what I gotta do,
whether wrong or right
Doing shows and making
music worldwide,
that's how I do it
Number one with the bullets,
Southern Cali to the fullest
It's what I love, roast some dank,
smoke some weed, hit the bank,
roam the streets,
make this music,
stack my cheese with my gin
It's what I love, celebrate,
we do it right,
making moves day through the night,
making a zip for the panzer
like in them streets
It's what I big bands suckin'
California where I'm from,
best to hold a black lock
rollin' through the gang zone
Homies post it up,
slang it dope by the paper
I'm makin' money double up,
all day long
That's what I love, that's how I grew up
And that street life had me sick,
so I threw up
That WSSL to the deck
Smokin' on that motherfuckin' stress,
nonetheless
But that was back in the day
So I'ma strike it now, 25 to life,
a blast in the case
Oh, so tragic, them days
Now I'm posted up in the sun,
catchin' the rays
With my black Versace on and my
cheetah shirt
Somewhere off the Pacific,
rollin' weed up first
Disrespect the left coast,
homie, eat up first
It's what I love,
from the crater to the dirt
It's what I love
Roll some dank, smoke some weed
Hit the bank, roam the streets
Make us music,
stack my cheese with my jeans
It's what I love
Celebrate, we do it right
Making moves day
through the night
Making music for the bands alike
Getting them streams
It's what I love
If you know what I know,
you probably love it too
And if you ain't loving life,
that's us for you
I'm rollin' OG, Kush, no substitute
Little bit of cranberry juice
and some Absolut
I'm so opposed to livin' life
Enjoyin' the finer things
With my kids and my wife
Stay sharp and silent as a knife
And pray to the God that I love,
homie
Every single night
These are the things that I love
and I ain't ashamed
Mr. Criminal number one,
charged into the game
Fans tell me that they love me, guess what?
I love you too,
eleven years in the game, homie
This one's for you
And I ain't forgot where I came from
Still reppin' Southern California,
same look
Still rep pin' my Latinos homies,
same blood
Still rep pin' my Cecilio
since I came up
It's what I love
Roll some dank, smoke some weed
Hit the bank, roam the streets
Make us music,
stack my cheese with my G
It's what I love
Celebrate, we do it right
Making moves day
through the night
Making music for the fans
alike in them streets
It's what I love
Oh
Mr. Criminal 
