(feat. GPA)



[Mr. Shadow: Talking]

Yeah, what's crackin, ha ha

Mr. Shadow

With my diggty dawg bow wow

GP to the A

We keep it gangsta all day

In Killaforn I-A

You know, shit

We all gangsta thugs and hustlers

Mothafucka



Hoes we brake laws

So shut your jaws

Feel the combination

From this San Diego south paw

Bitch I'm your down fall

Bustin roll calls on property walls

On Don Robbery's and Shoppin Malls

Gangsta walk through your grandmother's house

And if the hoe says a word

She's gettin smacked in the mouth

I gives a fuck what you're goin through

Fuck what you're down for

It's Woptown for you busters on the platform

For your concern on the daily we burn

Multiple rounds of chronic

Runnin the streets in a hurry

We all gangstas smugglin

Strugglin and daily hustlers

And we gettin paid

Without workin a muscle

Life is like a puzzle

Got to get it together

Now my shit's legal

Still puttin down for what ever

Berretas never let up

Mothafucka breath again

Don't ever try to fuck with this

Amichi Park Mexican



[Chorus: Mr. Shadow]

Here we go again on a gangsta fied mission

Mr. Shadow, GPA straight dippin

Fuck you fools, who don't like us

Just because we're thugs and roll with murderers

[x2]



[Mr. Shadow]

If you's a smoker where's the mothafuckin bud at

What you think you're blazin my sack

Fuck that

Tuck my nine on my waist at all times

Look where I got slangin nickels and dimes

And I'm still growin

Flowin P's and K's over the border

Mothafuckas pay me in cash

Car keys or money orders

I know you heard of us

Thugs and murderers

How nobody can handle us

Cause we're so scandelous

Plus we're down to bust headeral

If not all my federal

Hollow slugs at all you bitch homosexuals

Actin like you got it crackin

But nothin goin on

But your mothafuckin lips smackin

You see fools like you get wacked in the streets

Out here it's no joke and fake hoes get beat

If you sleep you're losin little homie fuck snuzzin

So light up a blunt and start brain cell abusin



[Chorus]



[GPA]

Who the fuck ya'll ballin

Pistol grippin just for bittin

Spray paintin on the wall

Territory gang fightin

In get this feeling as I begin to write down shit

Lyrics get tossed on to a beat when it's on hit

For ever I'm bustin

And rats I never trust em

Hoes I never love em

And haters I say fuck em

Cause I can get crazy on em

Not only in raps

Ain't scared to put hands on em

Fuck talkin we scrap

Gettin my lok on

Get ready and hold on

I bang when I'm bustin

Want it all when there's nothin

Ain't got shit to prove

High as fuck and feel my groove

Gotta take a moment

Under preasure when I flow it

Lyrics surprised all those actin phony

Slip and slide in my street slang

With the mic that I'm holdin

On the run mothafuckas

Packin gun mothafuckas

Just for fun mothafuckas

Any dumb mothafuckas

Right here be the Wicked side

Let me take you for a ride

Drunk as fuck like my raps

This is Deigo pride



[Mr. Shadow: Talkin]

You know how that shit goes

Now tell me

Can one of you fuck with us

Uh un.... I don't think so

So tuck you tail and go home

Mothafucka



[Chorus]