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