Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Young, Brown and Dangerous, artist - Mr. Criminal.
Date of issue: 29.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Young, Brown and Dangerous |
That’s right ese homie |
Guess who is back homie |
You already know dawg |
You alreayd know |
Mr. Criminal still broadcasting live homie |
Broadcasting live straight up off the motherfucking |
Crime lab homie hahaha |
That’s right |
What’s up homie |
What’s up ese |
All my motherfucking riders are going to feel this shit ese! |
Lowrider seating on those motherfucking 100 spokes |
Purple kush in my mind |
Token on a fucking roach |
West coast the home of the soliders ese |
Vatos tatted back |
Khaki’s up represtent the trece |
The state of car theft, homicide, and green leaf |
Banged out hispanic ready to ride on our enemies |
Born and raised in the city of no pity |
Placas rolling down the calles homie |
Attitude shitty lil homies |
Strapped up rolling on a bicicleta |
Got the barrio on his back |
While they smoking on some yeska |
Older homies spread around |
Organize making them moves |
Some locked up behind them prison fences |
Others vatos living senseless |
I ask myself will it ever stop |
Last week one of my homies |
Had a shootout with the cops |
Now I understand why Pac saw death around the corner |
Cause it is hard to stay alive in the state of California |
I stay moving, dipping, and grooving |
Through the streets of California |
Head up with my chest out |
Puffing on up on that? |
Daily packing a stainless |
Keep my eyes on what my aims is |
Fools they just can’t fucking fade us |
Cause we young brown and dangerous |
Homicide 3 strikes |
Homies facing 3 lifes |
Daily creeping on the come up |
And we riding tonight |
And still I’m packing a stainless |
Keep my eyes where my aim is |
Daily dodging the investigators |
Cause I’m young brown and dangerous |
Another day another dollar to make |
Another rider another sack? |
Another stash another strap with a shank |
Another voice in my head telling me to stop |
But I can’t I hit the stop sign |
I recoginze the spot? |
quick |
The same vato taking shit rolling thick with his click |
But now it just me and him face to face |
In a second made sure the bitch leva |
See my eyes I made the exit out of the ride |
Bullets starts to fly fuck a drive by |
I walk up and let that motherfucking pistol fly |
Because it’s hard to live and it’s soo easy to die |
Before I let em take my life |
I rather face 25 |
Because I’m real about this business |
Fuck a dream of getting paid |
Instead of lying up in a hearse |
I Rather push an esclade |
My homie Creeper is doing time |
Homie Demon is doing time |
My homie Hooey is doing time |
I’m trying to keep this shit alive |
I stay moving, dipping, and grooving |
Through the streets of California |
Head up with my chest out |
Puffing on up on that? |
Daily packing a stainless |
Keep my eyes on what my aims is |
Fools they just can’t fucking fade us |
Cause we young brown and dangerous |
Homicide 3 strikes |
Homies facing 3 lifes |
Daily creeping on the come up |
And we riding tonight |
And still I’m packing a stainless |
Keep my eyes where my aim is |
Daily dodging the investigators |
Cause I’m young brown and dangerous |
Shoutout to all my perros |
Living giving it up |
I toke up a little yeska for my homies in cuffs |
I pour out a little liquor for the homies that’s stuck |
Inside a coffin never forgotton ese no matter what |
I told these levas in 2001 that I’ll never stop |
Did soo much in such a short time ese looks who is on top |
M-r dot capital C-r-I-m and yes |
Young brown and dangerous |
Represent the motherfucking west |
It’s 2007 the mentality is the same |
Bang first or get banged on |
That’s just life in the game |
Taking penitentiary chances |
Could get? |
Some homies never get the chance |
And just live rigtheous? |
I’m the proud of my people |
The voice of my community |
All my raza from the southern side |
Represent this unity |
Sick and tired of this levas talking |
Claming what they do to me |
State to state I represent |
And still I’m staying true |
I stay moving, dipping, and grooving |
Through the streets of California |
Head up with my chest out |
Puffing on up on that? |
Daily packing a stainless |
Keep my eyes on what my aims is |
Fools they just can’t fucking fade us |
Cause we young brown and dangerous |
Homicide 3 strikes |
Homies facing 3 lifes |
Daily creeping on the come up |
And we riding tonight |
And still I’m packing a stainless |
Keep my eyes where my aim is |
Daily dodging the investigators |
Cause I’m young brown and dangerous |
You wanna test |
Think I’m soft |
Run up on me ese |
See why I’m young brown and dangerous homie |
You already motherfucking know dawg |
This is for my motherfucking riders |
My southside riders to be exact |
West Coast stand up |
All my motherfucking latinos where you at! |