{Mr. Shadow}
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Yeah, hehe
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Bow wow wow
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Mr. Shadow and my diggidy dawg Droopy
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Check it
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To all my bald headed criminals breaking the penal codes
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Rollin' hella deep, when we creep in them Lo-Lo's
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Locos, jotos, cholos and my niggas
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Don't be pulling triggers because we all about the figures
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Figure than the ocean and we know for brawls
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In Southern California where the domes are bawl
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And then you can call who you want
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But there ain't no stoppin' this
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Because I'm coming from the sick
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One nina through the mix
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It's the Mistah, the one fucking your sister
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Humping in your sister, I kissed her after I was in her
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Whisper let these bustas know what Beyond is all about
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From San Diego to Los Angeles we put it down
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We put it out because we the sickest around
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The fool just gave me a doubt
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And if it was she she'd be down
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Its time to money make's the clout
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And staying alive and I'm recognized World-Wide
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Cause its Diego till I die homey
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{Chorus 2x}
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If you ain't from the West
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Then you best wear a vest
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(WHY?)
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So you get a hole up in your chest
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Every body know...that Cali's where it's at
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With all the bombs and all the bomb Buddah's at
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{Droopy}
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Fresh out without a doubt
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Packed on the scenes, scoping California out
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The Southern route, where we bounce, rock, skates
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And it pays, see you playing checkmate
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On all those who wanna player hate
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I be that G representa, so cal centa
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All the g's smoking the blunt smoke grinner, the winner
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I'll be the lokest when you meet Catey ?
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Like the heat, have you fryin' a whole fuckin' sheet in the streets
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Bald-headed, baggy clothes, on the 6-4's
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Barbecues, drinking 4-0's, tally hoe
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You know how it's done in the city
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The sun flows control, Mr. Shadow number 1
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Here we come, Diego boys, real McCoy's, bring joy
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To the women who like sex toys
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No choice but to voice my opinion
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Gangsters how I'm dealin', like a felon how's I'm feelin
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{Chorus}
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{Mr. Shadow}
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I can feel love that you sticked in my brain
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I'm feelin' loked, I provoke everyone around me
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They're going choked
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It's me and my dawg D-R-double-0-P-Y
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From the S.D. side, rolling in a g ride
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In killer Cali, home of vandals and law breakers
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3 strike and fellas, big g's and life takers
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From the sickest for the pety minded little slangers
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We go to Q P to L B then real bangers
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?? I suggest that you pack up
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You're about to fucked up
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So shut your ass up punk
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Cause we don't play, we parlay, get layed everyday
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Krime Pays in this motherfuckin' state
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Straight from the West where the gangsters dwell
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But you can meet me at a ?? I got shit for sell
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Now go and tell everybody and they momma
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Mr. Shadow crazy Droop about the drama
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{Chorus}
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This Low Pro
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Mr. Shadow
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Bow wow wow
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uh..
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Kali
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Mr. Shadow |