Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Could Tell , by - Mr. Shadow. Release date: 01.03.2013
Song language: English
You Could Tell |
| Yeah Shadow and Seven back up in your motherfuckin ear hole |
| Bitch ass motherfuckers, you foo’s ain’t knowing about the West coast |
| Hell no, and the way we do thangs, in a better way, we play for keeps |
| Motherfuckers yeah watch your backs |
| I’m on a grind for the shine with no time to waste |
| Carabines and tech ninez ready to give you a taste |
| Give me my space or I’ma make room shadow’s the name |
| All in the vest for all you lame foo’s, hell yeah |
| I came to rock it for the side where we love to bang |
| Down town San Diego to the streets of L. A |
| We gettin paid stayin blazed yeah thats all we do |
| I’ma A.P. crazy foo, I paid my do’s when I was young |
| Now I’m runnin this bitch still thuggin stayin ruged |
| Gettin run on this shit yeah headhuntin all you motherfuckin haters |
| Mad cuz your bitch hangin wit some real playas |
| Place niggas round where they don’t stop from the bottom to the top |
| We got the whole place on lock down, right now and forever it’s mine |
| You don’t want to fuck around with a fool from the westside |
| You can tell that I dwell in the zone of my own |
| You can smell what I saw quick to put it in the o-zone |
| Fuck you ho-moes speakin on shadow Kalifornia venom bitch without a rap |
| And if you walk a straight line or I’ma keep you in line |
| Vigorous mind fully dedicated to crime |
| Drop a dime and get your lips split |
| Infamous for storming in with some sick shit |
| You little bitch get the fuck out the way or get sprayed and layed out |
| With a 350 cal. |
| running thats how I came out |
| Pushing weight as far as I can I got 48 states in the palm of my hand |
| I say fuck it tuck it in my drawers and mash smoking cocktail blunts |
| What you now about that, nothing, something for that ass to learn |
| I’m the last man standing foo haven’t you heard |
| I stash a bird in the dash for the business trip |
| Cockblockin and end up on the hitlist bitch |
| Getting rich off of slanging cd’s and trees on the rares with the homiez |
| Fuck my enemies |
| You can’t fuck with me and my dawgs, we breaking the law ruged and raw |
| Learnin all the fuckin time you can run but you can’t hide |
| Ain’t nobody steppin to these thugz from the southside |
| Inside or outside the state, get your mind right pimpin no ??? |
| from the state |
| I come sooner than you think, faster than you blink |
| Boy I’m off the chank, can’t fuck with you weak links |
| Every week, every day, every hour, try to stay paid flossin on you cowards |
| Tossin bolders, marchin soldiers, watchin out for you hoez tryin to hose us |
| I wanna quarter pound of danky weed, you love your hoe |
| But she’s nuthin but a skank to me, she thankin me for every single time I came |
| And every time I seen the bitch holla my name |
| Yeah, so watch your back and your front you motherfuckers |
| What up to my boy Frankie Coleon and the rest of the family |
| Keep it gangsta, all the rest of you motherfuckers ain’t knowin about this shit |
| Shadow out this six one nina and I’m out |