please believe it s on i m a sick dog in the backhouse the knot about to get loose i m a let it off of your buster ass biotches dumb dog dick all you suckers eat a dick travis i m a have it like this biotch you know me s h a d o w amichi park crazy you fakes be perpin on the daily making me laugh mad cause you ain t getting payed off my ass ounce in the stash when i mash through your area in a sling shot blowing smoke i ain t scared of ya throwin up the hood whether you like it or not boy i m never fallin off bitch i m staying on top we chopping it up weighing it and wrappin it up servin every single tweaker on your block now what gangbangin don t stop every damn day there s a new fool backin it up so are you in it or not do you think you got the balls to wear a blue rag and hit your name up on the wall laws were meant to be broken so when you come around here act straight or get smoken chorus mr shadow it s mr shadow coming from diego if you se a gangsta then come and bang with me yaow it s mr shadow coming from diego in california we do this everyday yaow when i ride i ride like there ain t no tomorrow brown pride til the day i die is the motto i ll shank you with a broken bottle fuck respect you get checked when you mess with san diego s best law low in the west young homies quit to test and lay a punk motherfucker to rest please believe it leave it alone or get cracked in the dome jacked in the zone i m daring you bitches to bring it on hit the bong and hold it in fool i play to win and can t no petty minded ass bitch stop this mexican hell nah i refuse i have i been and will always pay my dues i m a 6 1 9 fool can t no motherfucker change that i m that fool that ll brake in where you stay at pay your ass a visit who is it a bald fool with a cocked strap and a blunt get with it repeat chorus damn homie hey hey dawg top this bitch off top it off let s roll you can catch me and e smokin a dubb topped off in the cadillac flippin you off hittin three on you flees as we bend around the corner this is g shit straight outta killafornia i m a down south soldier a whop town member a sick dog from the sixth day of september fool you better back up if you can t take the heat then get the hell out of the hood motherfucker tuck your chair you fucking with the big dogs pitboss makin all you jealous haters lick balls you re first to fall i m the last man standing it s a war in the ghetto gotta come through blastin smoke chronic no matter where i m at you can call it what you want but i stay high like that i fly like that walk through the sky like that all day and all night now where my gangstas at what repeat chorus