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[Mr. Shadow] Yeah Shadow and Seven back up in your motherfuckin ear hole Bitch ass motherfuckers, you foo's ain't knowing about the West coast Hell no, and the way we do thangs, in a better way, we play for keeps Motherfuckers yeah watch your backs [Verse One] I'm on a grind for the shine with no time to waste Carabines and tech ninez ready to give you a taste Give me my space or I'ma make room shadow's the name All in the vest for all you lame foo's, hell yeah I came to rock it for the side where we love to bang Down town San Diego to the streets of L.A. We gettin paid stayin blazed yeah thats all we do I'ma A.P. crazy foo, I paid my do's when I was young Now I'm runnin this bitch still thuggin stayin ruged Gettin run on this shit yeah headhuntin all you motherfuckin haters Mad cuz your bitch hangin wit some real playas Place niggaz round where they don't stop from the bottom to the top We got the whole place on lock down, right now and forever it's mine You don't want to fuck around with a fool from the westside [Chorus] You can tell that I dwell in the zone of my own You can smell what I saw quick to put it in the o-zone Fuck you ho-moes speakin on shadow Kalifornia venom bitch without a rap Letras de canciones[Repeat] [Verse Two] And if you walk a straight line or I'ma keep you in line Vigorous mind fully dedicated to crime Drop a dime and get your lips split Infamous for storming in with some sick shit You little bitch get the fuck out the way or get sprayed and layed out With a 350 cal. running thats how I came out Pushing weight as far as I can I got 48 states in the palm of my hand I say fuck it tuck it in my drawers and mash smoking cocktail blunts What you now about that, nothing, something for that ass to learn I'm the last man standing foo haven't you heard I stash a bird in the dash for the business trip Cockblockin and end up on the hitlist bitch Getting rich off of slanging cd's and trees on the rares with the homiez Fuck my enemies [Chorus x2] [Verse Three] You can't fuck with me and my dawgs, we breaking the law ruged and raw Learnin all the fuckin time you can run but you can't hide Aint nobody steppin to these thugz from the southside Inside or outside the state, get your mind right pimpin no ??? from the state I come sooner than you think, faster than you blink Boy I'm off the chank, can't fuck with you weak links Every week, every day, every hour, try to stay paid flossin on you cowards Tossin bolders, marchin soldiers, watchin out for you hoez tryin to hose us I wanna quarter pound of danky weed, you love your hoe But she's nuthin but a skank to me, she thankin me for every single time I came And every time I seen the bitch holla my name [Chorus x4] Yeah, so watch your back and your front you motherfuckers What up to my boy Frankie Coleon and the rest of the family Keep it gangsta, all the rest of you motherfuckers ain't knowin about this shit Shadow out this six one nina and I'm out From Letras Mania