(feat. Montell Jordan)



[Verse 1: E A Ski]



And it don't stop, and it don't quit

And it don't stop, hell yeah

And it don't quit, and it don't stop

Fool we don't quit

You've entered the wild wild west

Side, high noon clock strikes twelve that's high

I see haters trespassin' in my town

They must be sick in the head

They better be quick like Sharon Stone

And quicken their dead and quick on the draw

Western winds make the dirt gust

I still see you when you hear strikes I'ma bust

It's on, I've been holdin it down for years

Don't follow nobodies shadow (none)

A true desperado

21 guns salute when I come through

Why you sell a million copies sounds like your crew

I roll like no man, follow no man

Spittin wicked over tracks, me and C programmed

Hard, I keep comin raw, cos I'm hungry 

Don't sweat the industry cos no company are gonna own me 

That's why I stand my own ground 

and square off who ever want's to throw it down  

I bring it to the showdown



[Chorus: Montell Jordan]



Follow me into the world of Mr Ski (Yeah)

Ain't gonna be no mystery 

Who's gonna win this show's showdown (You know)

Run inside Ski's goin on a lyrical ride (Yeah)

It's gonna take a miracle why ask why 

Ski's gonna win this show's showdown



[Verse 2: E A Ski]



I'm a producer so they thought I would drop a compilation

Makin hard tracks spittin no conversation 

Look here, ain't no rapper feelin conversate for me   

And take it away from catitalles compersatin me 

Only my true dogs call me E A Ski punk

So when you acknowledge me put the mister in the front 

Spell it right, M-I-S-T-E-R Ski 

Composin gangsta tracks with mister C since eighty-three

You proberly heard me on Friday with Cube and Chris Tucker

Blast, I break a slow dog runnin for cover

How would I sound makin tracks if I couldn't rap

Bompin them so hard, my dogs give me def wounds

I'm wanted in four cities, Miami, New York, L.A. and Oakland 

With leavin the mic court smokin

Kick open the door, at the saloon 

Don't nobody move unless they wanna throw down, here at the showdown



[Chorus: Montell Jordan]



Follow mw into the world of Mr Ski

Ain't gonna be no mystery

Who's gonna win this show

You can run inside side, Ski goin on a lyrical ride

It's gonna take a miracle, why ask why 

Ski's gonna win this show's showdown



[Verse 3: E A Ski]



I told ya I'm gonna keep squeezin until they quit

Distribution heard quick got the whole ghetto lootin

The moms and pops and retails hear Ski puttin in work

Pull up on the block bompin it hurts (Why)

Makin ya whole hood feel me like grill

And have your whole city high ride like George Steel

Fool you want the funk, we can bring it to the stage 

Face off like John Travltra and Nicolas Cage 

A lot of rappers calm east Oakland ain't frontin

Put them lyrically toe to toe to me and see who really run it 

And we haven't even gotta talk about the production tip cos on the real

None of them gonna quit

To handle my calibre this next level style combined me rhyme 

Groups wanna need a click why don't they come to mine 

You can escape the infra red but it's on ya 

You best best hit a couple of corners 

Bring it to the, showdown



[Chorus: Montell Jordan]



Follow me into the world of Mr Ski 

Ain't gonna be no mystery 

Who's gonna win this show's showdown 

Run inside Ski's goin on a lyrical ride 

It's gonna take a miracle why ask why 

Ski's gonna win this show's showdown

Follow me into the world of Mr Ski 

Ain't gonna be no mystery 

Who's gonna win this show's showdown