Prevod: Mr Shadow. Bow Down.
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
This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy I'm all red I'm on fire like an ant pile They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down You get the
[Triple C] Big Bow, 13 motherfucker Big Bow, 13 [Triple C] Another jam from the mind of the double D I put it down for the homies and the Central Coast
This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy I?m all red I?m on fire like an ant pile They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down You get the
the stand, boy This is my game, ask everybody in the stands, boy I'm all red, I'm on fire like a ant pile They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
shadows of the barrel pointing out my boy' Camarro I get punished like pharaoh for splittin' You're better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas because I'm on point like bow
am. I thought it was the news rushing down the wires, happy in death and fashion, spinning yo-yos and clacking its jaw, raising its eyes, mimicking dogs at play. The sun shuts down
rocks peak out of one hundred watts Who wanna cipher I get dumb Word to my Mother the Father the Holy Ghost and rev run When the source set it down
players Blazin Nothin but smilin faces around me Lookin out for one time Cause I don't believe in goin to county [2x] [Mr. Shadow] It's the Mr. Original Bald headed criminal Shadow
kome down While you klaim my hood you get no respect in Woptown Now bow down it's a show down As a koward you're gettin beat down On the mic or on the
[Mr. Shadow] So close your eyes mothafucka [Mr. Lil One] Fool you should of been known That I be the one holding the key to where you go [Mr. Shadow
around I'm from the streets of California, yeah we're putting it down Still holding the crown so bow down to your highness From America's finest and down
{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'
As I'm scoping out the middle, bow and arrow to my spinal I hear the eagle calling as it's flying for it's final kill I feel the sense of murder in my
When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (? ) camarro I get punished like (? ) for splittin' You're better off singing christmas carols for christmas, Because I'm on point like bow
is my game ask everybody in the stands boy I'm all red I'm on fire like a ant pile They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down You get the stampede
