(feat. 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, %#@!
We all gangsta thugs and hustlers
Motha$#&@a


Hoes we brake laws
So shut your jaws

Feel the combination
From this San Diego south paw
(*##$ 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 $#&@ what you're goin through

$#&@ 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 %#@!'s legal

Still puttin down for what ever
Berretas never let up
Motha$#&@a breath again

Don't ever try to $#&@ with this
Amichi Park Mexican


[Chorus: Mr. Shadow]
Here we go again on a gangsta fied mission
Mr. Shadow, GPA straight dippin

$#&@ you fools, who don't like us
Just because we're thugs and roll with murderers
[x2]


[Mr. Shadow]
If you's a smoker where's the motha$#&@in bud at

What you think you're blazin my sack
$#&@ 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

Motha$#&@as 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 (*##$ homosexuals

Actin like you got it crackin
But nothin goin on
But your motha$#&@in 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 $#&@ snuzzin

So light up a blunt and start brain cell abusin

[Chorus]


[GPA]
Who the $#&@ 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 %#@!
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 $#&@ em
Cause I can get crazy on em
Not only in raps
Ain't scared to put hands on em

$#&@ 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 %#@! to prove
High as $#&@ 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 motha$#&@as
Packin gun motha$#&@as
Just for fun motha$#&@as
Any dumb motha$#&@as
Right here be the Wicked side
Let me take you for a ride

Drunk as $#&@ like my raps
This is Deigo pride

[Mr. Shadow: Talkin]
You know how that %#@! goes
Now tell me
Can one of you $#&@ with us

Uh un.... I don't think so
So tuck you tail and go home
Motha$#&@a

[Chorus]