What's cracking
Mr. Shadow, with my dog Fingaz you know
You know how we do it in Killa Cali

We live how we live
Check it, check it


I was born and raised up in the ghetto
Never leave the scene till the bomb smoke settled
California, we're nothing but devils

Though we sport blue rags and carry prison credentials
Continentals, hit your back bumper in the parking lot
I give my boys twenty G's for marking up your spot

Smoking pot, I don't stop banging
2320 is the hood that I'm claiming
Beyond Entertainment, make it soft

Mother$#&@ers kiss the pavement in the worldwide engagement
Confrontation, defeat is what you're facing
Fool, it's Mr. Shadow with ammo, ready to blaze it

In case it gets out of hand
I'm that bald mother$#&@er that'll scold you like step-dad
You best have gangster already in you

Ain't no stopping in Dago homey, the saga continues

[Chorus]

In California
In California we live rowdy
With nothing but riders and bangers and slangers around

In California we live rowdy
With nothing but riders and bangers and slangers around


I'm unloading, provoking all you mark $$# (*##$es
Now stay your $$# behind doors and out of my business
What you sniffing, thinking you could walk up

You best kick rocks or your $$#'ll get locked up
I'm unstoppable, stalker of your darkest hours
One Man Battalion, smoking weed with potent powder

Straight out of Dago, believe that I'm a married man
Not to my señora, disrespect and you're a buried man
I carry plans that make your mind struggle

Leave a mother$#&@er in pain seeing double
A couple shots to let a fool know
Better pack a $#&@ing weapon wherever you go

I'm in another state of mind, I'm surrounded by thugs
In the 619 area we ain't giving a $#&@
Handcuffs holding homey down

I represent Wop Town, Amici Park, Downtown fool

[Chorus x2]


In California


Hell no I won't surrender to any contender
Mother$#&@ my enemies, the drama goes on forever
Spend a day in my hood and I put that on my last name

You're better off jumping from the highest cascade
A self-made millionare from the one and only
America's finest with nothing but riders around me

It's getting rowdy, mother$#&@er take your time
Cough em back to let you know that you stepped beyond my line
Tec 9 in my waistline, now feel the heat

Flashing in a '62, bouncing down the street
Treat guppies like a hoe-bag, I hope that
You don't press your luck, little (*##$ I never hold back

Toe tags'll be a sign
For every single phony mother$#&@er trying to take mine
Your state line I cross, I'm the boss

Shut your mouth and sit down ain't no finding what you lost, punk

[Chorus x2]


Everyday all day we live rowdy in Killa Cali
Mr. Shadow, Fingaz, Street Life

You know
And I'm out