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Clika 1 - Текст песни Criminal Ways
* [Voice]
 In your mothafuckin ass
 ooh this some mothafuckin gangsta shit
 [Bad Boy]
 Welcome to the Eastside wit 40's and glocks
 homies are riders non stop
 Any open fire, jus drop block
 you fuckin wit hot shots who keep a stash up in the box
 They love to get off, they pull it out for the block
 whether it's gang bangin or not
 Hop in the ride makin it hop
 takin your bitches top off makin her hot
 Haters will flop for tryin to snitch us out to the cops
 they on the phone [tryin to give up a drug spot]
 Man you bitches never change, droppin dimes, spillin the game 
 Won't be satisified til all my homies are locked in a cage
 But fucked that, we be cocked wit a guage
 buck shots with a rage
 Keep the pieces on razor blades you bitch made
 bet you afraid to get your house on spray
 You know it's retaliation within a couple of days
 them criminal ways
 Catchin cases in violent days, it pays to pay
 pay your lawyers and havin nice days
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 [Chorus: Ese Brown]
 It's our criminal ways, catchin cases from paper chases
 It's our criminal ways, gats, brass knuckles and razor blades
 I'm cool wit Ese's who got AKs and cases, cut off Dickes and fat laces
 [2]
 [Ese Brown]
 This is for my gang bang dippin they cigirettes in the dank glass
 Homies liftin and lettin they pants sag, gats in their hand bags
 Bitches wit bandanas and gang tats, stuff in they pants
 Help us some way if they man ask
 Homie wit the continnental kids in the back, puffin them sacks
 Poppin them caps, hoppin regals and cadaliacs
 Haters get mad, we sent them straight to they backs
 And tell em, mothafucka yeah whats up with that
 Gangstas get mad because of the shit they never had
 Homies got no dads, and no cash, homies get hot fast
 Short fuse, belongs to the homies who know what they doin
 When they blasted a bullet right through em
 This shit aint new to em, chicanos bangin the streets
 They handle the beef, wit heaters, homies, pandas and p's
 And playin for keeps, and white sheets that cover the streets
 The game, all my homies that be learnin them criminal ways
 [Chorus]
 Clika 1 Criminal Ways












