A.L.T. - Bow Down lyrics

[Mr. Shadow] Uh huh, yeah k**a California's Most Wanted Most wanted You know, you know, you know Mr. Shadow and the Saint ALT Motherf**ers picture that From Dago to LA Check it [Mr. Shadow] Feel the ba** like the back of my hand when it hits All you fake motherf**er on my wannabe list Ain't that a b**h, back again with a gangsta twist It's Mr. Shadow from Dago, Southern Cali the sick Homey with metal or sticks we can get our bang on Real G's kicking them punk b**hes never stay long Lil' who? never heard of you homey Keep my name out your mouth or I'll murder you homey You all know me as the night stalker 619 Amici Parker dodging cops and helicopters To hell with you coppers f** your neighborhood watching crime stoppers you nosey motherf**ers Mind your own business if you wanna live longer Roam with the sickest if you wanna be stronger Ain't nothing wrong but your lips running wild So shut the f** up or get a dick up in your mouth [Chorus] When we come up in your hood we make em bow down From SD to Hollywood we make em bow down When you're rolling in your ride you better bow down And when they speak on Brown Pride we make em bow down [ALT] You wanna battle me and Shadow You up the creek without a paddle motherf**er, round em up like they were cattle I'm hitting harder than your f**ing stepfather And I'm coming through your hood heated like I was lava You caught up in some bullsh** I got a full clip of shells for motherf**ers, you knew you couldn't fool this So deal with it homey the best that you can Or I'll come up in your hood and it's just me and my man We'll be strapped down with guns, got gats in each hand And I'll do you like Godzilla did to f**ing Japan So embrace a motherf**er like I was a god And you can meet me in the back and we'll be taking a shot Breaking em off a little something, man you know how we do it I'll be puffing on a pound in the back, sipping the fluid I'm keeping it Brown, I'm sipping the Crown I'm puffing a pound, I'm making them all bow down [Chorus x2] [Mr. Shadow] Bow down it's the sickest Motherf**er with the thickest caliber grain known to bust the quickest It's k**er Cali baby haven't you heard We're some everyday bangers blazing trees on the curb Nothing but sticky herb swerving down the highway When I'm in this b**h, sh** we do it my way Fly straight or get your wings cut off A tatted up G, all you b**hes f** off A snub nose for all you punk hoes 23 to the motherf**ing 20 You know we don't play in the streets It's Mr. Shadow and the Saint ALT The most requested, caution is suggested Figures you can get some hoe, don't try to test this Smith and Wessun repping, loaded for you haters I'll smoke now and I'll worry about you b**hes later [Chorus till fade]