Mr. Shadow – Sound Of My Heata Lyrics

[Daz Dillinger] Yeah
Young Daz and Shadow
[Mr. Shadow] Ha ha
[Daz Dillinger] What’s up
[Mr. Shadow] What’s up, Daz
[Daz Dillinger] Ah, you know, mayne, just co-west-coastin’
[Mr. Shadow] That’s right
[Daz Dillinger] Doin’ it up like a G, yo
[Mr. Shadow] You know
Shit
Mr. Shadow (Shadow)
Daz Dillinger (Daz Dilli)
E-Dubb (E-Dubb)
L.B.C. to S.D
Californ-I-A
Biotch

[Verse 1: Mr. Shadow]
Who’s the last man standin’ with my nuts in my hand
Making all you fools blow me from C-A to Japan
Understand, you can’t touch this
Bitches love this
Bald-headed fool with tatoos, I’m the roughest
Youngest
Sickest hit-maker in the industry
Shit can get thick if you think you can get with me
You silly guppies
Let your nuts hang
Ch-ch-BANG! Cause we ain’t from the same gang
I stay ghetto
Pack stainless metal
I’m back, cuttin’ no slack, direct from San Diego
It all get settled
Heavy or not
The other side gets got whether they’re ready or not
So stay away from the spot
You’ll get surrounded by crooks
And get took if you try to book
You dumb f**k, ha
What’d you expect?
Nothin’
It’s unexpected
You slippin’ in your own hood, so respect it

Chorus: Mr. Shadow
Is west coast still better than most
Westside on mind, and representin’ one time
Like BUMP, BUMP, BUMP-BUMP-BUMP
That’s the sound of my heater when the ill stuff, jump

Repeat Chorus

[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
I’m from the
Home of the hoo-riders with gangsta attires
Fillas and 501’s
Swoopin’ the 101
Lovin’ the breeze, and countin’ my cheese, man I’m worried about
Nuting young boy When I Ride On My Enemies
C-walkin’, standing picky, ki’ed and G’ed up
Diggy stay shinin’ from the wrist to the feet up
It is what it is, handle your biz and get busy
Holla, holla, holla if you hear me
Being broke as a artist, as starvin’ like Marvin’s were, feel me
I made a million dollar plan independent
Ninety days, ninety ways on how that gangsta shit pays
It get crucial when the mack milli sprays
I hit the gravel as Young Daz and Shadow
You hear me, come and get ya guns and reload your ammo
Everyday is the same thang, police to gang bang
Big sac, crap rocks in with the gold chain

Repeat Chorus Twice

Hook: Daz Dillinger
Can’t, I
Get a heater
Can’t, I
Smoke up your
Blunt
Oh-oh-oh-oh

(Verse 3)
[Mr. Shadow]
First class
First to blast, bitch, don’t you say nothin’
We stay thuggin’, what you know about drug smugglin’
Runnin’ shit on both sides of the fence (Both sides)
Who’s rollin’ within, who’s ridin’ against
Our position gets served, they catch what they deserve
100 round clip til they hit the curve
I flip a bird like it’s nothin’
Shit, I’ll weight the whole
Flock so I can really call it somethin’
For real

[Daz Dillinger]
For 24, I sold the whole thang
No pain, no gain
The double four bang
Swangin’ from left
To right, from right to left
Oh shit
And we rock it to the early light
Oh shit
Huh
I rock the party like all night long
Til when, til the early morn’
It don’t stop, and uh
It don’t quit
Diggy Daz and Young Shadow, we be rockin’ that dough shit

Repeat Chorus Twice

Daz Dillinger – Feels Good Lyrics

DAZ DILLINGER
Feels Good Lyrics

(Hook – Lataya Williams)
(Feels so good)
Feels good to know that someone loves you
(To know someone loves you)
Feels good to know someone cares
(I wanna feel you)
It’s been a long time since I felt you
Just call my name I’ll be there
(Feels so good)

(Daz)
Young Daz rollin through high surbuban, swervin
Down the block, catchin eyes and cutie pies
Observe, that is somethin particular, met ’em ??? town
Homegirl what’s ya name, she replied the same
Yo baby lookin fly, I could see it in her eye
Respect me, you best be prepared when you sex me
Since I let you tell it girl I could rock you ’til your heart stops
Down to your knees like just like havin a seizure
Please you with the conversation ?? ???
Later on, have you chillin talkin ’bout livin lavish and bubble bathes
Kickin it on the Ave, young Daz trippin off the times we had
Wasn’t usual but it was crucial, that I had the bomb and you had it
Couldn’t even get mad, it wasn’t expected from the baddest girl around town
I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down
What you did to me couldn’t be duplicated, you made it the bomb
Even playa hated sometimes, keep in mind
When you layed your head, you knew you layed it in the right place
When you gave it up girl, you knew you ran the right race
Make it hot and sweet, give your body to me
Young Daz, sho’ ’nuff gon’ get it, homegirl
And it feels good baby

(Hook)

(Kurupt)
In my mind’s eye all I see is time passin by,
will I make it to the other side
Ready to ride, we was all born to die
But will I die alone, baby girl what’s it gon’ be
She got the bombest shape I ever seen before
Man, she got a brother thinkin ’bout never doin wrong, man
Go on girl with your bad ass,
she got her own bank account, makin her own cash
I might be movin to fast, but with an ass shaped like that
She’s the shit, plus she makes her own money, she ain’t after my chips
I mean what more could I ask for, what else would I blast for
Catch a G dippin by high at the sky, I lace the game
Everybody wants the best, and every gangsta has a gangstaress
When I pulled on the block lovin the hood like a muthaf**ka
Then I seen my girl, felt good from that moment on

(Hook)

(Daz)
Yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
All my ladies (get busy)
It don’t stop (get busy)
Ay yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
It don’t stop y’all (get busy)
It don’t stop y’all (get busy)

Who ya down for (you)
To ride or die, to lie, baby just for you)
Wouldn’t trade you for no money or no girls
It was me and you to rule the world
(it was me and you to rule the world)
She cruise my neighborhood draggin the ground,
layin it down on hundred spokes
Flossin with her homegirls with no shirt
Pull around the corner, Dana Dane’s shinin
She see me on the grind and on the front line and
You know where I hang, about handlin things
Be on the corner where the bangers bang
Flossin the neighborhood with your homegirls yellin "whoo, whoo"

(Kurupt)
Lookin extra cute, G’d in my Coupe
Get your bounce on baby girl, I love her
Plus you’ll bounce with me, I adore her
‘Cause she’ll blaze an ounce with me (say what)
Khakis more creased than mine
She’s gangstafied, she wears Dickies not Calvin Kleins
Never ignore me ’cause she adores me, ya know, ya know

(Hook to fade)