HP Till I Die

[Talkbox]
I like the way you ride
H-P-G
Mr. Criminal, west coast
South side, yeeahh

Much more bounce, much more bounce
Much more bounce
Much more bounce, much more bounce
Much more bounce

[Verse 1]
It’s capital H-P-G till I D-I-E
Mister C-R-I-M-I-N-A-L bang 2-1-3
And I’m a rep for the truest and the realest on the streets
Hi Power Entertainment
Hardest lyrics, hardest beats
Real sureños in the game
Put the competition to shame
Throwing up that Silverlake gang
While I’m busting on you lames
Rep that chronic leaf logo
So I stay high off that dank
We stick to these stars as the hydro starts to fill my brain
I be coming at em cursed
Like I’m sick in the mind
Disrespect my fellow soldiers
Hollow stick to your spine
Cause I give a fuck
When I roll my clips and my nine
[?] to the shit
Quick to bust a couple of times
Rolling with the attitude
That this whole world is mine
So who the fuck is gonna try and stop this criminalistic shine?
And when I ride, it’s for that H-P-G till I D-I-E
Throwing up the one-three like…

[Talkbox]
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
Much more bounce

[Verse 2]
Click click boom
Guess who stepped up in the fucking room
Mr. Criminal, now it’s time to meet your doom
Fools get caught up in the mix
Just for talking slick
Hit em with the 30 [?] click pow
Muthafuckas how you really like me now?
And I keep hitting em with this criminalistic style
That got everybody jocking, crowds flocking
Hi Power Entertainment top notch
And we be doing it
Taking trips overseas
Straight stacking G’s
Bringing haters and the competition to they knees
You know my stilo straight faded with desert eagles
In my ride with my soldiers right behind me in a regal
Posted up in West Los, Silverlake to be exact
And its the fact that Mr. Criminal puts the Wynos on the map
And I’m a ride for my soldiers, in the Hi Power camp
21 gun salute, H-P-G is where it’s at like…

[Talkbox]
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
Much more bounce

[Verse 3]
And if you’re from the south side
Throw up your gang signs
And if you like Hi Power proceed to get high
And if your pockets stay fat
Hold them dollars in the sky
H-P-G we don’t die
Real riders multiply
Now if you’re from the south side
Throw up your gang signs
And if you like Hi Power proceed to get high
And if your pockets stay fat
Hold them dollars in the sky
H-P-G we don’t die
Real riders multiply
Real riders, real sureños
Blazing vatos like leños
Pistoleros pandilleros
Packing straps with big fileros
Silverlakers - Cycloneros
Alleyboys and I.E. Riders
Indio and Coachella
Hi power spitting fire
Real riders, real sureños
Blazing vatos like leños
Pistoleros pandilleros
Packing straps with big fileros
Silverlakers - Cycloneros
Alleyboys and I.E. Riders
Indio and Coachella
Hi power spitting fire

[Talkbox]
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
H-P-G (oh baby) till I D-I-E
Much more bounce

Much more bounce, much more bounce
Much more bounce
Much more bounce, much more bounce
Much more bounce

[Outro]
21 gun salute to all my real hi power soldados
H-P-G till we D-I-E, one three
That’s right, mr criminal homie and I’m out