Текст песни Mr. Shadow - From the Youngest to the Oldest
Mr. Shadow - From the Youngest to the Oldest слова песни
61 to the 9 the city of mineGot motherfuckers running like at Santana HighSo don`t try using my name for your fameMad cuz a youngster got a lock on the gameWhat a shame you ain`t the gangster that you claim to beIf you`re really balling why the fuck you wanna hate on meLow Pro what? Homey I`m a gangsterAmici Park Krazy motherfucker, quick to bank youAnd shank you with the ice pickCuz this fat motherfucker claims to have a whole album off my old shitIt`s cold shit, but homey fuck itI`ma let this poor fat fuck make a ducketSo don`t get it twisted thinking that he owns somethingShadow Presents The Mayhem Clique cost me nothingAll I wanted was a little bit of weed moneyThat flip a key money, then you wanna talk funny[Chorus x2]From the youngest to the oldestHottest to the coldestFrom the rugged to the boldestI`m the sickest and you know thisI make a motherfucker fold when I throw this shit at youYou say that you`re this, you say you got thatThen homey cock your strap and show me where your heart atTricky spark that blunt and let these motherfuckers knowWe can have a gun fight or we could go toe to toeNo furies pumped in this young SouthsiderSan Diego rider, shit`s getting tighterFool step aside, it`s between me and himAnybody wanna trip then it`s us against themThat`s the way men handle it, can you hangI put in work with real soldiers, faggot you like to phone bangYou know the name, Mr. Shadow all up in thisBeen nosey trick you need to mind your own businessI got your name at the top of the listFor being a bitch and running your lips like it ain`t shitYou get hit in the ribs with the clubFool you ain`t a G, in the streets you get no love[Chorus x2]Already let the world know about the acting, yappingNow I gotta talk about your rappingYou say that you`re Worldwide, Coast to CoastFool I`m still the same and requested the mostYou serve one day and post bail, scared of a cellCuz you know that they`ll get you for the stories you tellHow you`re riding in them low-lows, hanging out with cholosBanging puffing dodo when really you`re rolling soloTalk a lot of shit but you never do nothingBitch you gotta have a loaded clip to start dumpingGot your heart pumping, skipping a beatYou diabetic motherfucker you ain`t fucking with meI stay heated, weeded, not guilty`s what I pleadedYou call the comp and album cuz my name is what you neededSo be it, but fool you need to quitStop talking out your neck on the phone woofing shit[Chorus x2]