Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Mr. Shadow, artist - Mr. Shadow. Date of issue: 12.03.2001
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? |