Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Krazy Ass Mexikans, artist - Mr. Shadow. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Song language: English
Krazy Ass Mexikans |
| What’s crackin' |
| Shadow in San with my dog, Bad Boy |
| Javie Lopez track, you know how we do this shit |
| West coast, motherfucker |
| Heads turn with concern when I bend the block |
| You motherfuckers don’t learn that I’m burnin' hot |
| Only G’s on my team always ready to bust |
| Make G’s everyday, in green paper, we trust |
| Check your nuts cause the streets ain’t givin' a fuck |
| Me and my shadow on the hunt, gettin' rid of you punks |
| Gun carriers |
| Eliminate your whole area |
| Mass destruction, make your family bury ya |
| I’m way ahead of you snitches and haters |
| Bitches take pictures, yeah, they say, we’re the greatest |
| Perpetrators ain’t allowed in my vacinity |
| Fuck around and get blood in your facility (Pop) |
| Your tranquility will fade to none |
| Cause I’m that bald motherfucker with the loaded gun |
| Holdin' everyone responsible |
| Motherfucker |
| I’m the reason why they say that anything is possible |
| Motherfucker |
| Chorus: Ant Dog |
| Fuck 'em all, they wanna bank it |
| We rarely |
| Advise before you make a move or (???) can’t be daily |
| Talkin' big shit, but ain’t got the balls to face me |
| Fully loaded clip, no mask, all safety |
| West coast and we rock the most |
| For all my gangstas and all my hoes |
| You know, Bad Boy and them |
| He some crazy ass Mexicans |
| Well, good Lord |
| I’m in the S. D |
| Smokin' lye immensely |
| Shadow in the drop, throwing up the S-3 |
| You sexy, ma, won’t you stop and let’s freak |
| Dick’s about as big as the size the checks be |
| I’m serious, you been sweet since scent of sticks |
| I fuck around it |
| Now let me say my synopsis |
| Then fuck rap |
| I’m just in it for dividens |
| Addicted to the streets, bitches sweet as cigarettes |
| I got a question |
| Who the hardest in it? |
| It’s us, homie, stop ya feelin' |
| It’s the lyrical rappin' phantom, I blast at 'em |
| Dippin' up and watch, I spit and backstab 'em |
| The gat clapper |
| Call me the Madd Rapper |
| You actin' rap, back turd, the gat’ll gat ya |
| And I’m done, leave ya twisted, dude |
| Leave you bitches like some pigeon fool |
| Motherfucker |
| Repeat Chorus |
| West coast and we rock the most |
| For all my gangstas and all my hoes |
| You know, Shadow and them |
| He some crazy ass Mexicans |
| Well, good Lord |
| When I aim at your frame, you will see the light |
| They ain’t taking me in without putting a fight |
| Damn right, I’m a west side G for real |
| Pack steel, then roll around with intentions to kill |
| I’m the king of my own hill |
| Make ya blood spill |
| Quick, motherfucker, still down to let ya heart squeal |
| I once killed in bigger bills, no question |
| Pushed on the whips for rainy days, no stressin' |
| Got blessed on my so-called riders |
| Dead on arrival, no chance for survival |
| You’re wearing blindfolds, you can’t see Shadow |
| And if you did, it’s on local rap channel |
| Plenty of ammo with extra clips |
| And you can bet ya punk ass that your wig’ll split |
| Spit game at your trick cause she loves the dick |
| Me and my gangsta Bad Boy, criminal shit |
| Bitch |
| Motherfucker |
| Repeat Chorus |
| West coast and we rock the most |
| For all my gangstas and all my hoes |
| You know, Bad Boy and them |
| He some crazy ass Mexicans |
| Well, good Lord |