Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who, artist - Mr. Shadow. Date of issue: 12.03.2001
Song language: English
Who |
| Who drops that gangsta shit |
| And don’t quit |
| Who’s that bald motherfucker that be (???) your bitch (Who?) |
| I’m a sick motherfucker til the day that I’m gone |
| Me and my shadow on the balcony, hittin' the bong (Yeah) |
| Only the strong survives on these streets |
| Of Southern California, better know where this lead |
| We still bangin' |
| Aiming at your frame, cause you claiming |
| I just runnin' everythang, in this game that we playin' |
| You’re weak |
| What you make in a year, I make in a week |
| I roll with motherfuckers that’ll put you to sleep |
| Forever |
| In any weather, don’t matter the time |
| You won’t find another clique that is sicker than mine |
| This is westside, enemies hide and live in shelter |
| Lookin' like a mug with heat rocks that’ll melt ya |
| I’m a let the world hear the unheard |
| And see the unseen, I am the latest word |
| Biotch |
| Chorus: Mr. Shadow |
| Who drops them gangsta hits and don’t quit (Quit) |
| Who makes them haters split with real shit (Shit) |
| Who keeps the doobie lit with convicts |
| And gets, into shit, with glass metals or sticks (Who?) |
| Repeat Chorus |
| When I slide on your side (What's up) |
| You all hide |
| Cause you know it’s my show, put your ass on quiet time |
| A violent crime on this side of the line |
| One time, have a fit, when they see me in mine |
| Don’t waste my time, cause it can get real nasty |
| That’s to all you Marx |
| Claimin' you’re gonna blast me |
| Pass me a bottle and a chronic sack |
| Where’s all my motherfuckin' gangsters and my bitches at |
| The shit is phat |
| It’s on like that |
| Little homies stay |
| Pimpin', big time and broke bitches don’t know me |
| Show me what I came for, dollar bills with big faces |
| Big exchanges in abandonded places |
| Ransom cases |
| To the average fool don’t know |
| The type of shit that makes a thug violate his parole |
| You best leave it alone |
| In the west, it’s no lie |
| Still down to die for anything in my life |
| You motherfuckers |
| Repeat Chorus Twice |
| I’m a light this rocket |
| Yeah, so you stealing motherfuckers |
| Ask yourself who |
| Look behind you, bitch |
| Gon' be |
| Gonna ask you |
| It ain’t nothin' to a boss (Hell nah) |
| You get tossed |
| Whenever you come across a bigger set of balls |
| Don’t trigger me off, I ain’t nothing to fuck with |
| And when I come through, buckin' ass, you better duck quick |
| Fuck this |
| It’s a man’s world and you’re bitches |
| Dime dropping snitches |
| Your life is finished |
| Hun |
| I’m a menace |
| All about business |
| Stay out of mine or get served with stiffness |
| My shit list can go on for days |
| But there’s too many motherfuckers to be mentioning names |
| Fuck 'em all (Fuck 'em all) |
| Took 'em all deep in soil |
| Much love to all my peeps stayin' true and loyal |
| We live the life of a thug cause that’s all we know |
| In the streets, bringin' heat, staying G for sho |
| SoCal in your mouth, westside of the states |
| Step aside or get walked on |
| In CA, yeah |
| Repeat Chorus Four Times |