In Cali We Get Rowdy

歌詞

What's cracking Mr. Shadow, with my dog Fingaz you know You know how we do it in Killa Cali We live how we live Check it, check it I was born and raised up in the ghetto Never leave the scene till the bomb smoke settled California, we're nothing but devils Though we sport blue rags and carry prison credentials Continentals, hit your back bumper in the parking lot I give my boys twenty G's for marking up your spot Smoking pot, I don't stop banging 2320 is the hood that I'm claiming Beyond Entertainment, make it soft Motherf**kers kiss the pavement in the worldwide engagement Confrontation, defeat is what you're facing Fool, it's Mr. Shadow with ammo, ready to blaze it In case it gets out of hand I'm that bald motherf**ker that'll scold you like step-dad You best have gangster already in you Ain't no stopping in Dago homey, the saga continues [Chorus] In California In California we live rowdy With nothing but riders and bangers and slangers around In California we live rowdy With nothing but riders and bangers and slangers around I'm unloading, provoking all you mark ass bitches Now stay your ass behind doors and out of my business What you sniffing, thinking you could walk up You best kick rocks or your ass'll get locked up I'm unstoppable, stalker of your darkest hours One Man Battalion, smoking weed with potent powder Straight out of Dago, believe that I'm a married man Not to my señora, disrespect and you're a buried man I carry plans that make your mind struggle Leave a motherf**ker in pain seeing double A couple shots to let a fool know Better pack a f**king weapon wherever you go I'm in another state of mind, I'm surrounded by thugs In the 619 area we ain't giving a f**k Handcuffs holding homey down I represent Wop Town, Amici Park, Downtown fool [Chorus x2] In California Hell no I won't surrender to any contender Motherf**k my enemies, the drama goes on forever Spend a day in my hood and I put that on my last name You're better off jumping from the highest cascade A self-made millionare from the one and only America's finest with nothing but riders around me It's getting rowdy, motherf**ker take your time Cough em back to let you know that you stepped beyond my line Tec 9 in my waistline, now feel the heat Flashing in a '62, bouncing down the street Treat guppies like a hoe-bag, I hope that You don't press your luck, little bitch I never hold back Toe tags'll be a sign For every single phony motherf**ker trying to take mine Your state line I cross, I'm the boss Shut your mouth and sit down ain't no finding what you lost, punk [Chorus x2] Everyday all day we live rowdy in Killa Cali Mr. Shadow, Fingaz, Street Life You know And I'm out