In Cali We Live Rowdy

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

Motherfuckers 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 motherfucker 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 ass bitches

Now stay your ass behind doors and out of my business

What you sniffing, thinking you could walk up

You best kick rocks or your ass'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 motherfucker in pain seeing double

A couple shots to let a fool know

Better pack a fucking 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 fuck

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

Motherfuck 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, motherfucker 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 bitch I never hold back

Toe tags'll be a sign

For every single phony motherfucker 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