and stackin chips Pow [Chorus: Mr. Lil One] We can make you dance If you want us to [And you know this] We can take yo bitch If you want that to [Dumb
Traduction: M. Shadow. Prenez Yo Bitch.
and stackin chips Pow [Chorus: Mr. Lil One] We can make you dance If you want us to (And you know this) We can take yo bitch If you want that to (Dumb
-k-k-k-kay, I am runnin in yo place, it is I yes ace, mr h double o d, mr get you when you sleep, mr see me in the streets bitch I'm a muhfuckin BEAST
Singin' ay yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'ma spit in your face) Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'ma
ay yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So Imma spit in your face) Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So Imma spit in
yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'm a spit in your face) Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'm a spit in
Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'ma spit in your face) Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I'
yo mama But yo daddy be playa hatin so I don't call her I'ma go see my ninja level flow Callin storm, shadow, letcha know, we slicin atcha dome Mr. Bones
protection The hoods like the Wild West I reckon Hold up a second, lost my breathe and Take it from the top bitch or do somethin' Mr. Method runnin'
more to me that you niggas couldn't even vision Give you a run for ya money Bitch I take yo shit And run ya puss ass home like a bitch See aint no
glocks and leave you with scar tissue On some loco shit (Loco) My pistol smoke yo' shit (Smoke) Let's go for dolo, biatch and watch me flow yo' shit Mr
)] Singing ay yo oo ohh (ohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So I?ma spit in your face) Singing ay yo oo ohh (oohh) Ay yo oohh (ayy) Ay yo oo ohh (So
face Kevin Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Ay, yo, oh Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh So I'mma spit in your face Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh Ay, yo, oh Ay, yo
a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin' I got a headache from the stress, success, not wearing a vest 511 for being dirty, quarts of 9-30 yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch
Klux legend I got a headache from the stress success not wearing a vest Five eleven for being dirty and quarts of nine thirty Yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch
weight Ain?t no room for no mistakes All it takes is one fool get insane and bring in drama Yo Dyablo, throw these fools to the piranhas {Chorus} [Mr. Shadow] Bitch
el mas chingon chavalas will try to take my spot turn around motha fucka before you get shot you donA?t know me the shadow de tu muerte is quien yo soy
