Lost

I'm just coasting drop the top and roll straight
S.M.V.C.C. 8-0-5 it's the golden state
Ain't no place that I'd rather be
Than the B.I.G. B.A.D. 1-3, see
I got love for the place that raised me
Even though times get a little crazy
So I gotta give love back
Either gang bang, slang, or pull a motherfucking jack
It's all good cause I'm driving nice cars
Pretty soon 25 to life spent behind bars
A ruthless lifestyle cause I'm a son of a gun
I'm only 19, but will I live to see 21?
A loco motherfucker so you better step back
Try to pull a jack, I'll feed you bullets for a fucking snack
Pero ahorita cause I'm puffing on the leño
Coming from T-Dre, por vida loco sureño

Two locs mashing deep in my city
Ones are acting up just because I'm rolling clean in a Chevy
Dark skinned Mexican standing 5' 4"
Put the pedal to the floor hear my glass backs roll
Hit the corner with a passion on my way to the market
T-Dre shotgun with a blunt ready to spark it
10:30 In the morning but I don't care
Hit the switch, lock it up, chronic smoke in the air
Hard glare with my locs on ready to make some hits
Ready to make some grip with my dope ass lyrics
Stacking up my pay fool like regular
And just then my homie Bones hits me up on my cellular
Feeling to break off a couple rocks from my ass
So I hook it on up as I cruise down the overpass
Hit the store filling up my cup to the rim
All the while feeling jail from the bud so I grin

When I get lost
Feel I've been crossed
She will be my salvation
When I get lost
Feel I've been crossed
She will be my salvation

Now let me introduce the G's, the L.O.C.'s
Let me get my sip on as I'm gliding through the breeze
Keep on mashing as the tracks keep dropping
Ain't no stopping when I'm up and hopping
Jump the ride to the side
Causing havoc with my homies blowing indo smoke
Dipping brew to the oldies
Every day of my life is getting better and better
Blaze a Vega in the morning then I'm down for whatever
Deluxe picked me up about 11:32
I said I'm down to clamor what the hell we gonna do?
Senimaree of S.M.V.P
Scooped up J-Bird, Ray Ray, and the C-U-Z
I got my cousin buzzing in the back
Chronic smoke hot box full of contact
Now it's time to roll to the potholes and spark another bowl
Let the ragtop fold on the three times gold
Now where we go from here?
Keep on mashing through the Central Coast atmosphere
For the things that I do I know I'm gonna pay the cost
For the reason why I'm gone, for the reason why I'm lost

Living week by week, living day by day
Doing what I gotta do to get my fortune and fame
But I'm lost in a system not made for me
So I'm forced to break rocks straight going for mine G
19 With a Mexicano lean
Throwing up all my colors red, white, to the green
Always looking out just in case fools jump
Time to handle shit and break 'em off real quick
Take a look around you fool, then take a close look
Cause all the shit I see I jot it down in my rhyme book
My homies dropping off like flies in '95
The ones that survive are taking steel cage bus rides
But for me I ain't sucker free
Cause punks is on the tech trying to gangster your lessee
We seen it coming straight from the get go
We ran our own undercover game though
Fools didn't even know
That we was real to the heart see
Being true to the game that's how it is in the S.M.V
Holding on to my dream, make it to the top
But I'm stuck paying costs fucked up cause I'm lost

When I get lost
Feel I've been crossed
She will be my salvation
When I get lost
Feel I've been crossed
She will be my salvation

Yeah, special shouts goes out to all my
Homies that was down from the get go
Like my homie Cuz, what's up dog?
Yeah, what's up to my homie J-Bird?
Yeah, Ray Ray kicking it know what I'm saying?
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my homie Bones
Yeah, Spark Dog straight cruising in the El Quijano, yeah
Yeah, what's up Crazy Joseph?
Yeah, Cuervo keep pounding loc
Yeah, what's up Pres T my homie loc?
Yeah, DJ Bishop keep spinning them homies
Straight from the S.M.V., Southern California
Mexican Invasion, yeah
When I get lost
When I get lost
When I get lost