Mr. Shadow - OMB Lyrics
What's up ViciousWe're just back up here in the studio dumping tracksHard tracks, soft tracks, gangster tracks, weed smoking tracksWe gotta kick a track to tell these mother*****ersHow we live everyday life in DagoSo why don't you bring that mother*****er inYeahThat's what I'm talking aboutSome gangsta funkSome everyday life funkYou know what's up ViciousHow we get high, drunkJust peep the ways of the sickYeahFrom the dark side of SD, you all know me as the SombraStriking mother*****ers like a cobraHold the ***** up if you think you're gonna rideWith this young money making hustler banging in the WestsideTill I die, I'm gonna be knownFor busting raps, applying weed, and busting caps on my foesIn another state of mind, but can you blame a foolI already made a million dollars and never attended high schoolI keep cool until a mother*****er tests meTripping of sensi, leave your body messy, Smith and WessyWon't let me sleep, she's quick to tripOn any mother*****er thinking that he's creeping, no bullshitSo hit the joint, hold it in and pass it to the leftMake a phony fool feel like it's his last breathFast death when you step out of lineStraight out the 619 where gangsters keep it liveAt any time so check your nuts when you're heading five southCuz the money making schemes is what it's all about[Chorus x2]It's the one man battalion bringing all the warfareCome around my block and feel the tension from the cold stareBeware when you come to the 619Where mother*****ers do time for violent crimesI kick rhymes for the bangers, blast at these hatersDrink alize and smoke weed with true playersFakers better hide when they come to the WestsideAnother fallen victim to a homicideIt's Mr. Shadow putting it down for BeyondI'm a mother*****ing soldier, one little word and it's onBring it on if you want toYou better blast or your heart is gonna stop soonMake room for the Mr. that one thug hurting fools like blistersWatch as I blitz ya and hit ya, God bless yaI tried to tell you little *****es not to test my skillsNow you're calling up the dentist for a new grillFeel the pain when I storm like the rainI smoke Mary Jane and I love to gang bangHang with my dogs, straight break lawsTake up all odds and unload on all fraudsWhen duty calls you know that it's a mustTo bust on any mother*****er that you don't trustCome on[Chorus x2]Pay attention, don't interrupt or get jumped onWicked San Diego is the city that I come fromCalifornia, the State is GoldenThirty eight snub with hollow points is what I'm holdingSmoking weed till my lungs bleed, I need a breatherUnderneath the seed I got a baggy full of reeferLeave a mother*****er numb from the fumesOf this drug that I abuse and that I need to use like shoesNo clues to check me down, so stop hopingHope you have a better chance of finding your lady getting pokedAin't that a *****, a little dog chasing it's own tailIt's on my little enemy with the WT cartelClientele keep coming, Dago's most wantedFor all the *****ing drugs and those riots that I startedCharted number one on the top ten fugitivesAll because I roll with bald headed balling lunaticsCrucifix hanging from the rear view mirrorOh the ride when we slide, I am your superior[Chorus x2]HahaYeahSo that's basically the way it goes everyday in DagoAnd if you can't take the heat stay the ***** out of my cityYou petty minded mother*****erWe break rules, and you foolsAP-10s, nine millimeters and 38-snubs *****HahaYeah
