Droopy - Kali lyrics

{Mr. Shadow} Yeah, hehe Bow wow wow Mr. Shadow and my diggidy dawg Droopy Check it To all my bald headed criminals breaking the penal codes Rollin' hella deep, when we creep in them Lo-Lo's Locos, jotos, cholos and my n***as Don't be pulling triggers because we all about the figures Figure than the ocean and we know for brawls In Southern California where the domes are bawl And then you can call who you want But there ain't no stoppin' this Because I'm coming from the sick One nina through the mix It's the Mistah, the one f**ing your sister Humping in your sister, I kissed her after I was in her Whisper let these bustas know what Beyond is all about From San Diego to Los Angeles we put it down We put it out because we the sickest around The fool just gave me a doubt And if it was she she'd be down Its time to money make's the clout And staying alive and I'm recognized World-Wide Cause its Diego till I die homey {Chorus 2x} If you ain't from the West Then you best wear a vest (WHY?) So you get a hole up in your chest Every body know...that Cali's where it's at With all the bombs and all the bomb Buddah's at {Droopy} Fresh out without a doubt Packed on the scenes, scoping California out The Southern route, where we bounce, rock, skates And it pays, see you playing checkmate On all those who wanna player hate I be that G representa, so cal centa All the g's smoking the blunt smoke grinner, the winner I'll be the lokest when you meet Catey ? Like the heat, have you fryin' a whole f**in' sheet in the streets Bald-headed, baggy clothes, on the 6-4's Barbecues, drinking 4-0's, tally hoe You know how it's done in the city The sun flows control, Mr. Shadow number 1 Here we come, Diego boys, real McCoy's, bring joy To the women who like s** toys No choice but to voice my opinion Gangsters how I'm dealin', like a felon how's I'm feelin {Chorus} {Mr. Shadow} I can feel love that you sticked in my brain I'm feelin' loked, I provoke everyone around me They're going choked It's me and my dawg D-R-double-0-P-Y From the S.D. side, rolling in a g ride In k**er Cali, home of vandals and law breakers 3 strike and fellas, big g's and life takers From the sickest for the pety minded little slangers We go to Q P to L B then real bangers ?? I suggest that you pack up You're about to f**ed up So shut your a** up punk Cause we don't play, we parlay, get layed everyday Krime Pays in this motherf**in' state Straight from the West where the gangsters dwell But you can meet me at a ?? I got sh** for sell Now go and tell everybody and they momma Mr. Shadow crazy Droop about the drama {Chorus} This Low Pro Mr. Shadow Bow wow wow Uh..