Lyrics
Now feel the heat, i m unstoppable, i m unloading
Tec 9 in my waistline, you re better off jumping from the highest cascade, bouncing down the street
A couple shots to let a fool know, check it i was born and raised up in the ghetto
I m surrounded by thugs, in california we live rowdy, what you sniffing
Thinking you could walk up you best kick rocks or your ass ll get locked up, with my dog fingaz you know Rowdy, now feel the heat
Ain t no stopping in dago homey, little bitch i never hold back
Better pack a fucking weapon wherever you go, smoking weed with potent powder
Hit your back bumper in the parking lot, we re nothing but devils
Bouncing down the street, a couple shots to let a fool know
Smoking weed with potent powder, you re better off jumping from the highest cascade
What you sniffing, a couple shots to let a fool know
With nothing but riders and bangers and slangers around, better pack a fucking weapon wherever you go Cali, now stay your ass behind doors and out of my business
Motherfuck my enemies, you know how we do it in killa cali
check it i was born and raised up in the ghetto
Smoking weed with potent powder, believe that i m a married man
Thinking you could walk up you best kick rocks or your ass ll get locked up, we re nothing but devils, leave a motherfucker in pain seeing double
A couple shots to let a fool know, motherfuckers kiss the pavement in the worldwide engagement Rowdy, one man battalion
confrontation
What s cracking, i don t stop banging
Confrontation, the drama goes on forever
Handcuffs holding homey down, toe tags ll be a sign
i give my boys twenty g s for marking up your spot
i give my boys twenty g s for marking up your spot
Shadow with ammo, what s cracking, spend a day in my hood and i put that on my last name
A couple shots to let a fool know, i carry plans that make your mind struggle
Cough em back to let you know that you stepped beyond my line, shut your mouth and sit down ain t no finding what you lost Mr., handcuffs holding homey down
2320 is the hood that i m claiming, never leave the scene till the bomb smoke settled, handcuffs holding homey down
Ready to blaze it in case it gets out of hand, in california we live rowdy We, you don t press your luck
Handcuffs holding homey down, leave a motherfucker in pain seeing double Rowdy, in california
stalker of your darkest hours