Lyrics Last of a Dying Breed - Mr. Criminal

Last of a Dying Breed

First Off Track 1
This My Muthafucken Theme Song
Fools Keep Going Back & Forth
Like Ping Pong
Keep The Bomb In The Cut
Smell That Weed Strong
Rep For My Latinos
That’s The Type Of Shit We On
Homies On The Calles
Yeah They Keep That Chrome
So Basically I Give A Fuck
Bout Selling Ringtones
All That Shit You Trying To Do
You Know I Had That Done
Since The Start Of This
In Two-Thousand & Fucken One
I’ve Hit Them Billboards
I’ve Had Arenas Packed
Basically I’ve Had Chicano Rap
All On My Back
And Yeah I Rep That Proud
Rep For My Latinos Loud
And Fuck The New School Sounds
I Ain’t Sellin' Out
You Won’t Catch Me With No Hat
Pointed Sideways
Holding On Some Skinny Jeans
Ese Looking Hella Gay
But Guaranteed To Stay
G’d Up From The Feet Up
You Can Hate & Duplicate All You Want
But You Will Never Be Us Ese
I’m The Last Of A Dying Breed
One Phone Call
Make You Cry & Bleed
Keep That Pistol On My Hip
Looking Chinese
Laughing At You
Looking At The World
Through This Visine
Woof
I’m The Last Of A Dying Breed
Woof
I’m The Last Of A Dying Breed
Woof
I’m The Last Of A Dying Breed
Now You Looking At The World
Hooked Up To An I. V
Vato Thought He Was Slick
Until He Got Out Of Pocket
Gave That Fool A Pass
Now He’s Confident Walking
Got Right Back To Me
And Then I Heard He Was Talking
Homies Put Em On The Phone
And Then They Got Right Back To Stompin'
Its A Jack Move
Call It Check Mate
You’re A Wannabe Ese
Just A Template
You Can Sit & Hate
As I Hit The Next State
Its That Triple Steak
On My Fucken Next Plate
I’m In The Studio
And Homie Steady Bailing Out
With The Wila
Shit Don’t Make Me Have To Spell It Out
Mr. Criminal Coming With
Some Shit That Sellin Out
All Through Out The World
But You Know What Thats About
A Loyal Fan Base
Backed With Some Homies Holding SK’s
Honestly You Couldn’t Go Against That
On Your Best Day
West Way
Yes Yay, Bud, Meth Slangin
West Side Bangin'
Southern California Claimin' Homie