Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Mr Shadow, artist - Mr. Shadow. Album song A Name U Kan't Touch, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.08.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Silent Giant Entertainment
Song language: English
It's Mr Shadow |
You know me, S-H-A-D-O-W, Amichi Park crazy |
You fakes be perpin on the daily making me laugh |
Mad cause you ain’t getting payed off my ass |
Ounce in the stash when I mash through your area |
In a sling shot, blowing smoke, I ain’t scared of ya Throwing up the hood whether you like it or not |
Boy I’m never falling off, bitch I’m staying on top |
We chopping it up, weighting it and wrapping it up Serving every single tweeker on your block, now what |
Gangbanging don’t stop, nope |
Every damn day there’s a new fool backing it up So are you in it or not, do you think you got the balls |
To wear a blue rag and hit your name up on the wall |
Laws were meant to be broken |
So when you come around here, act straight or get smoken |
It’s Mr. Shadow, comming from Diego |
If youse a gangsta, then come a bang with me (yaow) |
It’s Mr. Shadow, comming from Diego |
In California we do this everyday (yaow) |
When I ride, I ride like there ain’t no tomorrow |
Brown Pride Till the day I Die is the matto |
I’ll shank you with a broken bottle |
FUCK Respect, you get checked |
When you mess with San Diego’s best |
Law low in the west |
Young homies put to test |
And lay a punk motherfucker to rest |
Please believe it, leave it alone or get cracked in the dome |
Jacked in the zone, I’m daring you bitches to bring it on |
I hit the bong and hold it in, fool I play to win |
And can’t no peity-minded-ass-bitch stop this mexican |
Hell naw, I refuse, I had, I been and will always pay my dues |
Imma 6−1-9 fool, can’t no motherfucker change that |
I’m that fool that’ll brake in where you stay at Pay your ass a visit *knock-knock-knock* who is it |
A bald fool, a cocked strap, and blood ?? |
You can catch me and E smokin’a dub |
Topped off in the cadillac flipping you off |
Hitting three on you flees as we bend around the corna |
This is g shit straight outta Kill-afornia |
From a down South soldier, a woop town member |
A sick dog from the sixth day of September |
Fool you better back up, If you can’t take the heat |
Then get the hell outta the hood motherfucker |
Tuck your chair you fucking with the big dogs |
Pit-boss making all you jealous haters lick balls |
Your the first to fall, I’m the Last Man Standing |
It’s a war in the ghetto gotta come through blasting |
Smoke cronic no matter where I’m at You can call it what you want, but I stay high like that |
I fly like that, walk through the sky like that |
All day an all night now where my gangstas at? |