(feat. ALT)

[Mr. Shadow]

Uh huh, yeah
Killa California's Most Wanted
Most wanted

You know, you know, you know
Mr. Shadow and the Saint ALT
Mother$#&@ers picture that

From Dago to LA
Check it


[Mr. Shadow]
Feel the bass like the back of my hand when it hits
All you fake mother$#&@er on my wannabe list

Ain't that a (*##$, back again with a gangsta twist
It's Mr. Shadow from Dago, Southern Cali the sick
Homey with metal or sticks we can get our bang on

Real G's kicking them punk (*##$es never stay long
Lil' who? never heard of you homey
Keep my name out your mouth or I'll murder you homey

You all know me as the night stalker
619 Amici Parker dodging cops and helicopters
To hell with you coppers

$#&@ your neighborhood watching crime stoppers you nosey mother$#&@ers
Mind your own business if you wanna live longer
Roam with the sickest if you wanna be stronger

Ain't nothing wrong but your lips running wild
So shut the $#&@ up or get a dick up in your mouth


[Chorus]
When we come up in your hood we make em bow down
From SD to Hollywood we make em bow down

When you're rolling in your ride you better bow down
And when they speak on Brown Pride we make em bow down


[ALT]
You wanna battle me and Shadow
You up the creek without a paddle mother$#&@er, round em up like they were cattle

I'm hitting harder than your $#&@ing stepfather
And I'm coming through your hood heated like I was lava
You caught up in some bull%#@!

I got a full clip of shells for mother$#&@ers, you knew you couldn't fool this
So deal with it homey the best that you can
Or I'll come up in your hood and it's just me and my man

We'll be strapped down with guns, got gats in each hand
And I'll do you like Godzilla did to $#&@ing Japan
So embrace a mother$#&@er like I was a god

And you can meet me in the back and we'll be taking a shot
Breaking em off a little something, man you know how we do it
I'll be puffing on a pound in the back, sipping the fluid

I'm keeping it Brown, I'm sipping the Crown
I'm puffing a pound, I'm making them all bow down


[Chorus x2]

[Mr. Shadow]

Bow down it's the sickest
Mother$#&@er with the thickest caliber grain known to bust the quickest
It's Killer Cali baby haven't you heard

We're some everyday bangers blazing trees on the curb
Nothing but sticky herb swerving down the highway
When I'm in this (*##$, %#@! we do it my way

Fly straight or get your wings cut off
A tatted up G, all you (*##$es $#&@ off
A snub nose for all you punk hoes

23 to the mother$#&@ing 20
You know we don't play in the streets
It's Mr. Shadow and the Saint ALT

The most requested, caution is suggested
Figures you can get some hoe, don't try to test this
Smith and Wessun repping, loaded for you haters

I'll smoke now and I'll worry about you (*##$es later

[Chorus till fade]