[Verse 1]
You know me, S-H-A-D-O-W, Amichi Park crazy
You fakes be perpin on the daily making me laugh
Mad cause you ain`t getting payed off my ass
Ounce in the stash when I mash through your area
In a sling shot, blowing smoke, I ain`t scared of ya
Throwing up the hood whether you like it or not
Boy I`m never falling off, bitch I`m staying on top
We chopping it up, weighting it and wrapping it up
Serving every single tweeker on your block, now what
Gangbanging don`t stop, nope
Every damn day there`s a new fool backing it up
So are you in it or not, do you think you got the balls
To wear a blue rag and hit your name up on the wall
Laws were meant to be broken
So when you come around here, act straight or get smoken
[Chorus]
It`s Mr. Shadow, comming from Diego
If youse a gangsta, then come a bang with me (yaow)
It`s Mr. Shadow, comming from Diego
In California we do this everyday (yaow)
[Verse 2]
When I ride, I ride like there ain`t no tomorrow
Brown Pride Till the day I Die is the matto
I`ll shank you with a broken bottle
FUCK Respect, you get checked
When you mess with San Diego`s best
Law low in the west
Young homies put to test
And lay a punk motherfucker to rest
Please believe it, leave it alone or get cracked in the dome
Jacked in the zone, I`m daring you bitches to bring it on
I hit the bong and hold it in, fool I play to win
And can`t no peity-minded-ass-bitch stop this mexican
Hell naw, I refuse, I had, I been and will always pay my dues
Imma 6-1-9 fool, can`t no motherfucker change that
I`m that fool that`ll brake in where you stay at
Pay your ass a visit *knock-knock-knock* who is it
A bald fool, a cocked strap, and blood ??
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You can catch me and E smokin` a dub
Topped off in the cadillac flipping you off
Hitting three on you flees as we bend around the corna
This is g shit straight outta Kill-afornia
From a down South soldier, a woop town member
A sick dog from the sixth day of September
Fool you better back up, If you can`t take the heat
Then get the hell outta the hood motherfucker
Tuck your chair you fucking with the big dogs
Pit-boss making all you jealous haters lick balls
Your the first to fall, I`m the Last Man Standing
It`s a war in the ghetto gotta come through blasting
Smoke cronic no matter where I`m at
You can call it what you want, but I stay high like that
I fly like that, walk through the sky like that
All day an all night now where my gangstas at?
[Chorus]
