[Mr. Shadow]
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HAHA, don't stop
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Hm-mm, yeah
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I make you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes)
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I make you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes)
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I make you bounce, rock, skate, roll (roll echoes)
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Yeah, check this shit out, check it out
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No bullshit
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[Verse 1]
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Hold up wait a minute, Shadow back up in it
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2K2 all in blue I won't quit it
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Bring it on, there's a rumor going 'round
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How I show old dogs new tricks they baow down
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You ain't seen worse now, clown I'm the subliminal
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Stalker of the night, smoking hazardous chemicals
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If the critical pricks ain't allowed
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There's a bunch of you flees mixed in with the crowd
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Mr. Run around lutter, snitch executor
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Assault Rifle shooter still dodgin' judas
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I'm watchin', every move you make
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I got something to prove and somebody's place to take
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It's to late the whole game about to get rearranged
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They all want the name but none of them want to pay shit
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I stay patient laughing at you assholes
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Don't make turn your whole click in to examine
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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I make you bounce, rock, stay, roll
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Straight from C-A who wanna stay who wanna roll
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I got control the whole games on lock
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I keep it hot from my hood to your block
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[Verse 2]
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So you thought I was done, not close
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You some dumb young fucks, you get exposed
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I'm out of control, time for you to know
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Who really got this game in the motherfucking chock hold
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Shadow loco dipping in your county
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I wish you could see how your hoe acts around me (SHADOW)
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Lousy ass mutts with no nuts, who you fooling
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Your ass will get her ass we stay bashing and moving
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Ask any who in who's running the show
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For them fools locked up putting they life in hold
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From the youngest to the oldest
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Hottest to the coldest
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I'm the sickest and you know this
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I'mma blow this bitch out the water
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Rookie ass fool keep your motherfuck dollar
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Start up your ride and feel what I left you
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BOOM YOU SON OF A BITCH MEET YOUR MAKER
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Bitch I don't know what the fuck you been sniffin'
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Fools like my self ain't around where you livin'
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Listen to the words of the M-R
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West Coast, Southside, homeboy we stay hard
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From the room to the boneyard, it don't change
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I let my nuts hang, we ain't on the same page
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I flip the script like only I can
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Smash your style like an aluminium can
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Brown skin, shaved head and a clip full of lead
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I'll turn your couch into your motherfucking death bed
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Not to be pested, young peasents learn a lesson
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In the land of the sick, you can all suck dick, ha
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Tuck your chain, hide your rings
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When you slip on these streets, your leaving everything
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Get your bang on, whatever corner that you hang on
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Or be a gonner wannabe, you won't last long
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge]
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Mr. Shadow from San Diego, Killa-fornia
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Making you bounce to this (this)
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[Chorus]
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Who Wanna Roll
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Mr. Shadow |