Testo Open the Gate - Mr. Shadow
Testo della canzone Open the Gate (Mr. Shadow), tratta dall'album The Streets Are Kalling
Yeah
Yeah
Who's that?
Mr. Shadow from San Diego
Started off a long time ago
I've been through it
Shook fake motherfuckers off my back and kept moving
Influenced by real G's and convicts
It ain't shit if it don't make profit
Watch, these jealous vultures outscoping
I hold a record that'll never be broken
The outspoken golden token
Baked Humbled
Quick to pack bowls and smoke them
You fools are hopeless
Got you hooked off the dopeness
It ain't wise to provoke this
The smoking gun, a soldier's son
From the youngest to the oldest I'm the boldest one
Hah!
Said it before and I'mma say it again
Expect the unexpected from this Mexican
You petty bitches
You gotta earn your stripes
I run around with motherfuckers that'll take your life
So think twice
Open the gate, I can't wait, I'm anxious
You out of luck and I'm out of patience
Taking this from bitches, you about to get rolled on
You stupid ass tricks could only hide for so long
Through all the pain and stress came success
More haters on my back, tons of pressure on my chest
Connect the dots, began to plot
Now that I'm here I gotta stay on top
Take shots of 18 with my team officials
Westsiders with jailhouse credentials
Call me a weapon, I'm built to hurt
And bring pain to the game, my name stays superb
They can cage a few birds but not the whole flock
Block a few hits but not the whole block
It won't stop, the clock's ticking as we flipping
All about business, no time for bullshit
Who's tripping?
All these wannabe me's better watch
Their fucking back and pop their clip in
Motherfucker, it's a grown man's game
Fuck fame, you can keep it, you won't know my name
Hater
Open the gate, I can't wait, I'm anxious
You out of luck and I'm out of patience
Taking this from bitches, you about to get rolled on
You stupid ass tricks could only hide for so long
Don't let the .44 get ya
Walk a straight line
I won't fuck with yours if he don't fuck with mine
Coward bitches, you know who this is
Brought a lot of rappers in this music business
But fuck that, I got my own thing to do
Teach old and new rappers a thing or two
I bring you the uncut one hundred percent
From that A.P.K. set, Baked Humbled presents
There's no sense in being broke, you gotta stroke your own paddle
Bitch, you don't know a damn thing about Shadow
Handle shit so smooth and cautious
Give you two choices and death is an option
Silly busters, watch your grill
Your lips loose, traumatize you like spouse abuse
Bow down to a rider from the Westside
Motherfuck anybody trying to test mine
For real
Open the gate, I can't wait, I'm anxious
You out of luck and I'm out of patience
Taking this from bitches, you about to get rolled on
You stupid ass tricks could only hide for so long
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Writer(s): Harald Kloser, Thomas Wander
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