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[Mr. Shadow] HAHA, don't stop Hm-mm, yeah I make you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes) I make you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes) I make you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes) Yeah, check this shit out, check it out No bullshit [Verse 1] Hold up wait a minute, Shadow back up in it 2K2 all in blue I won't quit it Bring it on, there's a rumor going 'round How I show old dogs new tricks they baow down You ain't seen worse now, clown I'm the subliminal Stalker of the night, smoking hazardous chemicals If the critical pricks ain't allowed There's a bunch of you flees mixed in with the crowd Mr. Run around lutter, snitch executor Assault Rifle shooter still dodgin' judas I'm watchin', every move you make I got something to prove and somebody's place to take It's to late the whole game about to get rearranged They all want the name but none of them want to pay shit I stay patient laughing at you assholes Don't make turn your whole click in to examine Letras de canciones [Chorus: x2] I make you bounce, rock, stay, roll Straight from C-A who wanna stay who wanna roll I got control the whole games on lock I keep it hot from my hood to your block [Verse 2] So you thought I was done, not close You some dumb young fucks, you get exposed I'm out of control, time for you to know Who really got this game in the motherfucking chock hold Shadow loco dipping in your county I wish you could see how your hoe acts around me (SHADOW) Lousy ass mutts with no nuts, who you fooling Your ass will get her ass we stay bashing and moving Ask any who in who's running the show For them fools locked up putting they life in hold From the youngest to the oldest Hottest to the coldest I'm the sickest and you know this I'mma blow this bitch out the water Rookie ass fool keep your motherfuck dollar Start up your ride and feel what I left you BOOM YOU SON OF A BITCH MEET YOUR MAKER [Chorus] [Verse 3] Bitch I don't know what the fuck you been sniffin' Fools like my self ain't around where you livin' Listen to the words of the M-R West Coast, Southside, homeboy we stay hard From the room to the boneyard, it don't change I let my nuts hang, we ain't on the same page I flip the script like only I can Smash your style like an aluminium can Brown skin, shaved head and a clip full of lead I'll turn your couch into your motherfucking death bed Not to be pested, young peasents learn a lesson In the land of the sick, you can all suck dick, ha Tuck your chain, hide your rings When you slip on these streets, your leaving everything Get your bang on, whatever corner that you hang on Or be a gonner wannabe, you won't last long [Chorus] [Bridge] Mr. Shadow from San Diego, Killa-fornia Making you bounce to this (this) [Chorus] From Letras Mania