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