Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Showdown, artist - The Snakes. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Showdown |
| Run around downtown, cliques throw down in the mix |
| Clowns and infinite showdowns |
| Battle grounds all break downs; |
| world’s upside down |
| Making wicked smiles wicked frowns, we get down |
| With our own gangster sound |
| Static kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow |
| With shanks of venom metal |
| Rattle fuckin? |
| snakes i’m as high as the stakes |
| Quarter ounce of weed to the head no breaks home wait |
| Street wars we get in them |
| Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get them and you |
| Out of frictions comes static causing mad panic |
| On the streets, the dramatic battles increase |
| We see more wars, less peace, we’re even fighting police |
| Resulting, they’re biggest enemies |
| Lifestyles of the criminal be wild |
| You wanna see more action, hold up wait a while |
| Fist crash giants clash |
| Putting on the face of the devil mask doing brain bash |
| Course: |
| Look out for the showdown |
| Crazy in the head locos? |
| bout to throw down |
| Look out for the showdown |
| Crazy in the head locos? |
| bout to throw down |
| Watch out, look out, look out, watch out |
| For the showdown, you better slow down |
| Give me fifty feet or better |
| Keep your eye on the barrel of the beretta |
| The lead comin? |
| to wet’cha |
| Spread your body parts all over the continent |
| I’m a dominant mothafucka, but you’re the opposite |
| Turn around put your hands on the side |
| Are you aligned by the sunshine on your gun |
| The outcome: you’re just another one soul |
| Flyin? |
| into the heavens hit by the ?7 |
| Ass end scrapping, illuminating the whole block |
| They all flock in anticipation |
| You’re getting rolled by the dayton |
| Now i see your hand shaking |
| You want our of this situation |
| Course: |
| Look out for the showdown |
| Crazy in the head locos? |
| bout to throw down |
| Look out for the showdown |
| Crazy in the head locos? |
| bout to throw down |
| Images of war weapons the psycho presence |
| Blood wettens, stains the curb where you’re steppin? |
| deadly ground’s the home of all showdowns |
| Come into my kingdom, sirens rattle eardrums |
| It ain’t one on one no more, it? |
| gun on gun |
| Bullets take the place of fists so what’s the outcome |
| Crazy wars, severe scars |
| If you’re just like me, you’re defending what’s yours |
| Taking no loss |
| We’re heavy duty like tanks |
| This is my two chrome shanks |
| Criminal styles point blank |
| You think my music is crazy like tony montana |
| Fumando marijuana con santana tomorrow |
| I might not be alive, so i wanna bring all the enemy’s sorrow |
| I rock the block with the music maniac |
| Tar back locos seekin? |
| that warpath |
| Why don’t punks be legit, they ell bring havoc in their head |
| A psycho one will shoot them dead |
| That’s the fundamental to a fucked up mental |
| Now you got a gun, your life’s a psycho realm |
| My strategy assault battery |
| Runnin? |
| through your neighborhood in cliques of three |
| Smokin? |
| in the battlegrounds on wild streets |
| And wild showdowns, enemy take a look around |
| Course: |
| Look out for the showdown |
| Crazy in the head locos? |
| bout to throw down |
| Look out for the showdown |
| Crazy in the head locos? |
| bout to throw down |