Mr. Shadow

Mr. Shadow - Califon-i-a lyrics

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(feat. OG Sancho)

In Californ-I-A

Californ-I-A

[OG Sancho]

Californ-I-A, where the ballers ball and the players play

You're sweating just sitting in the sun, what can I say

Hopping to the beat until the mort, get out the way

Hey, ain't no stopping me S-A-deezy from making it tight

Step in the party, grab the mic and rip the shit up all night

It's OG Sancho in this bitch about to make it pop off

Making it hard like the beat, you see I just can't be soft

Ain't no way to avoid it, rolling international city

All the way to LA from San Diego, CA

And this message is brought to you courtesy of Sancho baby

And Mr. Shadow causing ruckus to start a melee

I'm quick to snatch a hoe so you won't even know I did it

Faster than the time it takes to light a spliff up and hit it

So don't fuck up the rotation

Just pass it to the nation, taxation upon representation

[Chorus]

In Californ-I-A

Where the ballers ball and the players play

Californ-I-A

We get high and we drink all day

In Californ-I-A

Shit, I couldn't have it no other way

Californ-I-A

In Cali

[Mr. Shadow]

In Cali We Live Rowdy, ain't nothing changed

Where the gangsters still claim and the dealers still slang

What's my name, Shadow, Amici Park banger

With Sancho in the back rolling primos out of Vegas

See motherfuckers hate us cuz we can't be touched

Set up shop in your hood and have you hoes bitched up

So what up, who in the fuck wanna step in my parameter

Test your nuts then I let off the caliber

So bow down or get your punk ass rushed

Around here it's no joke, we're getting high as fuck

Intoxicated, faded on the daily making cheddar

Worldwide gangsters down for whatever

I think it's better that you stay indoors

If I don't take his then I'm gonna take yours

Fake hoes ain't allowed, they get jumped by a crowd

Of some rowdy motherfuckers that be living down South

[Chorus]

[Mr. Shadow]

Now we're bouncing, lounging in this Golden State

Gotta give it to the homies that be pushing weight

It can't be no other way, I put that on my name

I'ma smoke bomb weed until my very last day

This game is hard to play if you got no balls

So bow to the don or feel my fist up on your jaw

Young outlaws blazing in dark alleys

Letting bitches know we don't play in Killer Cali

[OG Sancho]

Ice cold Corona Extras go down smooth

Sunny So Cal know how to make you move

Shaking like a dice game, hit em with the rhythm

Give em nothing but love or just give em a slug

But no matter what's the cause I gotta keep it Dago style

91950 Sancho in the gang file

Unlimited when my style's exhibited

I'm freaky when I flex, I'll make you shit and sit in it

[Chorus x2]

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