| Ha Ha
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| Slush «The Villain»
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| Shadow all up in this mothafucka
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| Hella High, off that sticky gram weed
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| Livin the thug life, sellin drug life
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| Packin snubs, smokin weed all day bud life
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| Can’t fuck wit it baby
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| It’s the unfadable, confrontation with I is consequencial
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| Me and Slush «The Villain» makin your advisories parental
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| Fuck a presidental limosine
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| I roll wit thugs in maximas on Lomos
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| Or Impalas on chrome d’s
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| Follow me and see why everybody calls me hostile
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| How mothafuckas be hatin cause I live a gangsta lifestyle
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| My profile is so wild you wouldn’t wanna kick it
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| With these two young thugs, packin snubs and gettin convicted
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| Inflictin much pain like my a.k.a. was migrain
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| Make a fool swallow piss for disrespectin my name
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| From the sky falls rain to the streets you’ll fall victim
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| And all I got to say to my thugs is fuck the system
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| The Mistah Shadow is who I be up on this paragraph
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| Makin fools panic cause they heard about the aftermath
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| I’m at the point of no return and so I keep burnin
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| Marijuina cause I want the higher learner
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| We straight gangstas, bangers, dope slangers
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| Bitch stranglers, who wanna come and playa hate us
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| Money makers, world wide got it locked
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| Walkin 50 deep through your mothafuckin block
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| For all my enemies I got them gats too
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| Me and my faculities bodies covered up with tattoos
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| So when you see me it’s intimidation that you feel
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| Cause you know these fuckin Eses mess for real
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| Cause we’re soldado down to throw putasos
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| Con chiflasos tricky let’s throw chingasos
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| I got Shadow on the side of me
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| With that gram sticky green mothafucka
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| Come get high with me
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| And if you say you’se my homie, don’t decieve me
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| Cause when I say I’m gonna kill, you best believe me
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| Even out of town we break mothafuckas down like car trouble
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| Tricky grab an axe and a shovel
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| Show these sons of hood rats who gots the bag of tricks
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| Full of guns, ammunition, screwdrivers and ice picks
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| We pick who dies, when the wolf cries
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| Brutalize mothafuckas, catch em by surprise
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| We’re unexpekted like a car crash
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| Head bash a mothafucka, and give him whip lash
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| Think fast, blink and it’s your ass up in pieces
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| Have your mom screamin for Jesus
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| I give’s a fuck mothafucka
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| Down to buck mothafuckas
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| Better duck or that ass’ll get plucked mothafucka
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| I got all I need to suceed, let’s get to test em
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| Pocket full of weed and a gun that’s full of teflon
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| I’ma mothafucka thug with no love
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| I’m seein my enemies bleedin sleepin in their blood
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| I’m fantasizin homicidal thoughts like Charles Manson
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| Money schemin plots to come up, like hold you for ransom
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| It’s all about the skrilla homie, I’ll put a price on your head
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| And iIf they don’t pay up by mornin best believe that you’re dead
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| Playin wit your life like God but I don’t care
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| Ain’t gon let nobody stop me from bein a millionaire
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| It be a gun blast ese till one of us dies
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| Best believe tryin to aim my heat right between your eyes
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| Only on my bullet, my name I’m gonna engrave
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| Slush «The Villain» put that ass to the grave, mothafucka |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsters in Kalifornia , by - Mr. Shadow. Song from the album Mr. Shadow Presents: Ain't Nothin' Changed, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп