Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kickin Back Being Blue, artist - Mr. Criminal. Album song Evolution of a G, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hi Power Entertainment
Song language: English
Kickin Back Being Blue |
I’m just kickin' back being blue |
California ryda shit homie from the land of the true |
Palm trees, Bomb weed, and blocks with the long heat |
I came from the era of the longsocks to the knees |
Posted on the corner in front of de la marketa |
Holdin on a brown bag, sippin on cerveza |
Stress out to them haters only people in my rear view |
They whisperin like bitches, but honestly dont hear you |
Anyone i fear who could take me out the place of me |
Only with myself and not the mente of a champion |
And i stand up big, born to ball and i stand tall, Breakin through like |
Marshawn Lynch when they handoff |
One man standoff, go against the whole game, mentally insane to the brain, |
im like cocaine |
To the feelings of the world, lyrically i blow brains, hopin if i die fast |
death not slow pain |
Did i leave enough material to the game? |
Evolution of a G just tryna make a |
change |
Dedicated to the homies run around me saying, Used to only talk about homies |
poppin thangs |
Now im tryna teach a brown, how to stack like stack his change |
Didn’t have shit as a kid now i got some things |
Ask myself, what will be my legacy? |
And what about the futures destiny? |
Still, shout to the homies rest in peace, sad youngsters brainwashed, |
coast to coast from west to east |
Praying «dear lord can you please bless the streets»? |
I Dont blame my homies |
breakin laws cuz they gotta eat |
And the kids hungry, its hard to make money, grumbling tummies i mean this shit |
is not funny |
My homie wicked, he shot a hura in the face, And the cops are killing |
youngsters just because of their a race |
For a little dope money in the fast life take |
Fools will sell their soul to satan just to get to a better a place |
Im asking lord can you hear me? |
im really trying to make a change. |
Im asking lord can you steer me? |
and guide the future all the same, |
Thanks for the responsibility the youngsters growing up the same, |
i used to be proud of it now im sad that he got in the game |
Bullets rang, Homies bang on the side im from |
California lifestyle, homies on the run |
Trying to change the game up with this evolution |
Seeing things clear perfect with the evolution |
Im just kicking back being blue, im just kicking back being blue |
Im just kickin back, kickin back, kickin back being blue |
Im just kickin back being blue, still representin for my side homie thought |
that you knew |
West coast cali king, so im in royal blue |
Fools still wanting my spot tryna be royal too |
These are the life and times, of a young criminal, used to jack fools prolly |
why the tryna jack my style |
Before the kick, clap and bass was just click clack pow |
Take a puff, blow clouds things are so different now |
But im thankful, 5 jars filled with dank fool, i never knew we would be making |
so many people hate you |
But im built for it, Sad that the homies still warring, but sorry is the very |
last thing i feel for em |
We all make our own choices, All our own men all have our own voices, |
So im thinking since you kill for them Lincolns people lie, Still a G just to |
stack Ben Franklins |
Brainwashed from the ways that lifes thought, You lose your life over a side |
that them whites brought, Green over all the rest with a nice thought, |
Im tryna own my own land over a nice plot |
But it ain’t just gunna happen, im talking late nights no sleep in the studio, |
hustlin, rappin, shootin my own videos tryna get it crackin, ask about this |
latin rap shit why they call me the assassin, Snoop Dogg, Warren G, |
Battlecat all co signed |
Now im goin in for the shine like a gold mine, And i ain’t gunna let no one |
hold me back, one of the sickest on the track since maniac in black, |
and if you didn’t know, that was my first solo track, on a come up with capone |
e was my very first plaque, but im still full of hunger tryna bring the game |
back |
Seems like the perfect time, how could i take care of that |
The homie loco told me «little homie reppin bang that» |
So real from the quarter imma give the game that |
All that old shit and old days, braggin about AK’s, homies going to jail i mean |
this shits been played |
Bullets rang, Homies bang on the side im from |
California lifestyle, homies on the run |
Trying to change the game up with this evolution |
Seeing things clear perfect with the evolution |
Im just kicking back being blue, im just kicking back being blue |
Im just kickin back, kickin back, kickin back being blue |