In Cali We Live Rowdy Lyrics - Mr. Shadow

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 seora, 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