Omb Lyrics - Mr. Shadow

What's up Vicious 

We're just back up here in the studio dumping tracks 

Hard tracks, soft tracks, gangster tracks, weed smoking tracks 

We gotta kick a track to tell these motherfuckers 

How we live everyday life in Dago 

So why don't you bring that motherfucker in 

Yeah 

That's what I'm talking about 

Some gangsta funk 

Some everyday life funk 

You know what's up Vicious 

How we get high, drunk 

Just peep the ways of the sick 

Yeah 

From the dark side of SD, you all know me as the Sombra 

Striking motherfuckers like a cobra 

Hold the fuck up if you think you're gonna ride 

With this young money making hustler banging in the Westside 

Till I die, I'm gonna be known 

For busting raps, applying weed, and busting caps on my foes 

In another state of mind, but can you blame a fool 

I already made a million dollars and never attended high school 

I keep cool until a motherfucker tests me 

Tripping of sensi, leave your body messy, Smith and Wessy 

Won't let me sleep, she's quick to trip 

On any motherfucker thinking that he's creeping, no bullshit 

So hit the joint, hold it in and pass it to the left 

Make a phony fool feel like it's his last breath 

Fast death when you step out of line 

Straight out the 619 where gangsters keep it live 

At any time so check your nuts when you're heading five south 

'cause the money making schemes is what it's all about 

[Chorus x2] 

It's the one man battalion bringing all the warfare 

Come around my block and feel the tension from the cold stare 

Beware when you come to the 619 

Where motherfuckers do time for violent crimes 

I kick rhymes for the bangers, blast at these haters 

Drink alize and smoke weed with true players 

Fakers better hide when they come to the Westside 

Another fallen victim to a homicide 

It's Mr. Shadow putting it down for Beyond 

I'm a motherfucking soldier, one little word and it's on 

Bring it on if you want to 

You better blast or your heart is gonna stop soon 

Make room for the Mr. that one thug hurting fools like blisters 

Watch as I blitz ya and hit ya, God bless ya 

I tried to tell you little bitches not to test my skills 

Now you're calling up the dentist for a new grill 

Feel the pain when I storm like the rain 

I smoke Mary Jane and I love to gang bang 

Hang with my dogs, straight break laws 

Take up all odds and unload on all frauds 

When duty calls you know that it's a must 

To bust on any motherfucker that you don't trust 

Come on 

[Chorus x2] 

Pay attention, don't interrupt or get jumped on 

Wicked San Diego is the city that I come from 

California, the State is Golden 

Thirty eight snub with hollow points is what I'm holding 

Smoking weed till my lungs bleed, I need a breather 

Underneath the seed I got a baggy full of reefer 

Leave a motherfucker numb from the fumes 

Of this drug that I abuse and that I need to use like shoes 

No clues to check me down, so stop hoping 

Hope you have a better chance of finding your lady getting poked 

Ain't that a bitch, a little dog chasing it's own tail 

It's on my little enemy with the WT cartel 

Clientele keep coming, Dago's most wanted 

For all the fucking drugs and those riots that I started 

Charted number one on the top ten fugitives 

All because I roll with bald headed balling lunatics 

Crucifix hanging from the rear view mirror 

Oh the ride when we slide, I am your superior 

[Chorus x2] 

Haha 

Yeah 

So that's basically the way it goes everyday in Dago 

And if you can't take the heat stay the fuck out of my city 

You petty minded motherfucker 

We break rules, and you fools 

AP-10s, nine millimeters and 38-snubs bitch 

Haha 

Yeah