Lyrics: Night Stalker - Mildew

Lyrics For Stalker Loko's "Mildew" Song From His "King of The Underground" Album.



Verse 1:
I Already Told You Who I Was
Where I'm From & How I Act
Who Asked You?
What I Smoke Dumb Fuck
And Still Rap
Don't Really Give A Flying Fuck
Cause This A Street Song
If You Thought Something Else
I Been Gangster All Along
Been Hated For Years
And Found The Recipe
Broken Heart
Shot Up Cars
And Murder one Fantasies
There's More Than Just Me
That Carries A Brand Name
I Call Myself A Baby Vet
And Few Could Do The Same
There's Only A Hand Full From Back Then
That Still Bang
If You Wanna Take A Picture
I'm Letting Fingers Hang
Homeboys That Ain't Left
Most Likely On Parole
Don't Drive Got A Strap
And Carry A Little Dope
Ain't Welcomed At Too Many Spots
Because They Thugs
And If They Lil Scandalous
It's All Behind Drugs
If You Almost Get Killed
Then I Feel Your Revenge
I'm Still Looking For That Cherokee
Rolling On Rims

Chorus:
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
If You Shot & Never Got Caught
We Coming Back Fool
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
You've Been watered Down So Fucking Long
You Smell Like Mildew
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
I Been Looking For Your Ass So Long
I Think I Found You
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
I'ma Walk Up Dressed All In Black
And Fucking Blast You

Verse 2:
If We Still Put In Work
It's For The Homies
Rest In Peace
I Don't Care How Long Ago It Was
We Rival Enemies
And Been Caught For Negligent Discharge Of A Firearm
Last Time I Dumped Your Block
Was Screaming With Car Alarms
The First Time I Was With
3 Other Cholos
Dumped The Whole Clip
And Hauling Off After The Car Show
If Straight Killers Could Rap
You'd See A Whole Different View
I'm A Gangster
If I Stop
We Still Won't Fucking Be Cool
How Would I Treat A War?
Like A Surprise Piss Test
I Got My Back Up Plan
Stuck To My Waist Band
I'm The Type To Still Drive
With A Dent Fuel Ignition
Like Gangster Gadget Said
We Going On A Murder Mission

Chorus:
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
If You Shot & Never Got Caught
We Coming Back Fool
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
You've Been watered Down So Fucking Long
You Smell Like Mildew
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
I Been Looking For Your Ass So Long
I Think I Found You
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
I'ma Walk Up Dressed All In Black
And Fucking Blast You

Verse 3:
Yeah Its True
I'm A Fool
Enemies Wanna Get Me Too
We Ain't Afraid To Shoot A Gun
So If You Run Up
I'm A Shoot You Too
Rhymes Are Hard
Some Are Sick
Some Dissed Your Fucking Click
I Don't Do This Shit For Nothing
There's A Reason Why I Blow Up Your Shit
Used To Write & Record All My Shit
In Different Spots
Dope Houses In The City
And DJ Wheels Garage
Didn't Really Care What I Said
Had To Get It Off My Chest
Most Of It Had To With
Set Trippin' & Revenge
I Put It Out
Not Giving A Fuck
My Mamor Enemies
Different Shipments Do Your Hit
When You Visiting The Cemetery
You Know It's Crackin'
Ain't No Better Peace Of Mind
I Be Cruising At 3 In The Morning
Standard Pacific Time

Chorus:
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
If You Got & Never Got Caught
We Coming Back Fool
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
You've Been watered Down So Fucking Long
You Smell Like Mildew
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
I Been Looking For Your Ass So Long
I Think I Found You
They Don't Make Real Gangsters
Like They Use To
I'ma Walk Up Dressed All In Black
And Fucking Blast You