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Mr. Shadow - Gangsta Stepp'n lyrics
f/ 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 [2x] [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] |
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