Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In Cali We Live Rowdy , by - Mr ShadowRelease date: 04.10.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In Cali We Live Rowdy |
| What’s cracking |
| Mr. Shadow, with my dog Fingaz you know |
| You know how we do it in Killa Cali |
| We live how we live |
| Check it, check it I was born and raised up in the ghetto |
| Never leave the scene till the bomb smoke settled |
| California, we’re nothing but devils |
| Though we sport blue rags and carry prison credentials |
| Continentals, hit your back bumper in the parking lot |
| I give my boys twenty G’s for marking up your spot |
| Smoking pot, I don’t stop banging |
| 2320 is the hood that I’m claiming |
| Beyond Entertainment, make it soft |
| Motherfuckers kiss the pavement in the worldwide engagement |
| Confrontation, defeat is what you’re facing |
| Fool, it’s Mr. Shadow with ammo, ready to blaze it In case it gets out of hand |
| I’m that bald motherfucker that’ll scold you like step-dad |
| You best have gangster already in you |
| Ain’t no stopping in Dago homey, the saga continues |
| In California |
| In California we live rowdy |
| With nothing but riders and bangers and slangers around |
| In California we live rowdy |
| With nothing but riders and bangers and slangers around |
| I’m unloading, provoking all you mark ass bitches |
| Now stay your ass behind doors and out of my business |
| What you sniffing, thinking you could walk up You best kick rocks or your ass’ll get locked up |
| I’m unstoppable, stalker of your darkest hours |
| One Man Battalion, smoking weed with potent powder |
| Straight out of Dago, believe that I’m a married man |
| Not to my seora, disrespect and you’re a buried man |
| I carry plans that make your mind struggle |
| Leave a motherfucker in pain seeing double |
| A couple shots to let a fool know |
| Better pack a fucking weapon wherever you go |
| I’m in another state of mind, I’m surrounded by thugs |
| In the 619 area we ain’t giving a fuck |
| Handcuffs holding homey down |
| I represent Wop Town, Amici Park, Downtown fool |
| In California |
| Hell no I won’t surrender to any contender |
| Motherfuck my enemies, the drama goes on forever |
| Spend a day in my hood and I put that on my last name |
| You’re better off jumping from the highest cascade |
| A self-made millionare from the one and only |
| America’s finest with nothing but riders around me It’s getting rowdy, motherfucker take your time |
| Cough em back to let you know that you stepped beyond my line |
| Tec 9 in my waistline, now feel the heat |
| Flashing in a '62, bouncing down the street |
| Treat guppies like a hoe-bag, I hope that |
| You don’t press your luck, little bitch I never hold back |
| Toe tags’ll be a sign |
| For every single phony motherfucker trying to take mine |
| Your state line I cross, I’m the boss |
| Shut your mouth and sit down ain’t no finding what you lost, punk |
| Everyday all day we live rowdy in Killa Cali |
| Mr. Shadow, Fingaz, Street Life |
| You know |
| And I’m out |