Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bow Down (feat. Southside Connection), artist - Mr. Shadow. Date of issue: 03.10.2003
Song language: English
Bow Down (feat. Southside Connection) |
| Uh huh, yeah |
| Killa California’s Most Wanted |
| Most wanted |
| You know, you know, you know |
| Mr. Shadow and the Saint ALT |
| Motherfuckers picture that |
| From Dago to LA |
| Check it |
| Feel the bass like the back of my hand when it hits |
| All you fake motherfucker on my wannabe list |
| Ain’t that a bitch, back again with a gangsta twist |
| It’s Mr. Shadow from Dago, Southern Cali the sick |
| Homey with metal or sticks we can get our bang on |
| Real G’s kicking them punk bitches never stay long |
| Lil' who? |
| never heard of you homey |
| Keep my name out your mouth or I’ll murder you homey |
| You all know me as the night stalker |
| 619 Amici Parker dodging cops and helicopters |
| To hell with you coppers |
| Fuck your neighborhood watching crime stoppers you nosey motherfuckers |
| Mind your own business if you wanna live longer |
| Roam with the sickest if you wanna be stronger |
| Ain’t nothing wrong but your lips running wild |
| So shut the fuck up or get a dick up in your mouth |
| When we come up in your hood we make em bow down |
| From SD to Hollywood we make em bow down |
| When you’re rolling in your ride you better bow down |
| And when they speak on Brown Pride we make em bow down |
| You wanna battle me and Shadow |
| You up the creek without a paddle motherfucker, round em up like they were |
| cattle |
| I’m hitting harder than your fucking stepfather |
| And I’m coming through your hood heated like I was lava |
| You caught up in some bullshit |
| I got a full clip of shells for motherfuckers, you knew you couldn’t fool this |
| So deal with it homey the best that you can |
| Or I’ll come up in your hood and it’s just me and my man |
| We’ll be strapped down with guns, got gats in each hand |
| And I’ll do you like Godzilla did to fucking Japan |
| So embrace a motherfucker like I was a god |
| And you can meet me in the back and we’ll be taking a shot |
| Breaking em off a little something, man you know how we do it |
| I’ll be puffing on a pound in the back, sipping the fluid |
| I’m keeping it Brown, I’m sipping the Crown |
| I’m puffing a pound, I’m making them all bow down |
| Bow down it’s the sickest |
| Motherfucker with the thickest caliber grain known to bust the quickest |
| It’s Killer Cali baby haven’t you heard |
| We’re some everyday bangers blazing trees on the curb |
| Nothing but sticky herb swerving down the highway |
| When I’m in this bitch, shit we do it my way |
| Fly straight or get your wings cut off |
| A tatted up G, all you bitches fuck off |
| A snub nose for all you punk hoes |
| 23 to the motherfucking 20 |
| You know we don’t play in the streets |
| It’s Mr. Shadow and the Saint ALT |
| The most requested, caution is suggested |
| Figures you can get some hoe, don’t try to test this |
| Smith and Wessun repping, loaded for you haters |
| I’ll smoke now and I’ll worry about you bitches later |