Mr. Shadow - In Cali We Live Rowdy Lyrics
What's crackingMr. Shadow, with my dog Fingaz you knowYou know how we do it in Killa CaliWe live how we liveCheck it, check itI was born and raised up in the ghettoNever leave the scene till the bomb smoke settledCalifornia, we're nothing but devilsThough we sport blue rags and carry prison credentialsContinentals, hit your back bumper in the parking lotI give my boys twenty G's for marking up your spotSmoking pot, I don't stop banging2320 is the hood that I'm claimingBeyond Entertainment, make it softMother*****ers kiss the pavement in the worldwide engagementConfrontation, defeat is what you're facingFool, it's Mr. Shadow with ammo, ready to blaze itIn case it gets out of handI'm that bald mother*****er that'll scold you like step-dadYou best have gangster already in youAin't no stopping in Dago homey, the saga continues[Chorus]In CaliforniaIn California we live rowdyWith nothing but riders and bangers and slangers aroundIn California we live rowdyWith nothing but riders and bangers and slangers aroundI'm unloading, provoking all you mark ass *****esNow stay your ass behind doors and out of my businessWhat you sniffing, thinking you could walk upYou best kick rocks or your ass'll get locked upI'm unstoppable, stalker of your darkest hoursOne Man Battalion, smoking weed with potent powderStraight out of Dago, believe that I'm a married manNot to my seora, disrespect and you're a buried manI carry plans that make your mind struggleLeave a mother*****er in pain seeing doubleA couple shots to let a fool knowBetter pack a *****ing weapon wherever you goI'm in another state of mind, I'm surrounded by thugsIn the 619 area we ain't giving a *****Handcuffs holding homey downI represent Wop Town, Amici Park, Downtown fool[Chorus x2]In CaliforniaHell no I won't surrender to any contenderMother***** my enemies, the drama goes on foreverSpend a day in my hood and I put that on my last nameYou're better off jumping from the highest cascadeA self-made millionare from the one and onlyAmerica's finest with nothing but riders around meIt's getting rowdy, mother*****er take your timeCough em back to let you know that you stepped beyond my lineTec 9 in my waistline, now feel the heatFlashing in a '62, bouncing down the streetTreat guppies like a hoe-bag, I hope thatYou don't press your luck, little ***** I never hold backToe tags'll be a signFor every single phony mother*****er trying to take mineYour state line I cross, I'm the bossShut your mouth and sit down ain't no finding what you lost, punk[Chorus x2]Everyday all day we live rowdy in Killa CaliMr. Shadow, Fingaz, Street LifeYou knowAnd I'm out
