Mr. Shadow - True Playaz Lyrics
Give me a bottle, I love the bombayI want all my thugs in the house to say heyAka the night stalker, bouncing through your residentialMr. Shadow's back to take it to the next levelFrom San Diego, we ain't playing aroundI'm from the streets of California, yeah we're putting it downStill holding the crown so bow down to your highnessFrom America's finest and down the street is where you'll find usNothing but riders, now get your back on the wallWe're some balling individuals, ain't no stopping at allPop a bottle of bomb, bob your head, throw your hood upParties full of thugs, gang bangers and hoodlumsYear 2000, I came to make everybody and their mama in the house start bouncingI'm lounging in your town, so get ready or bow downHomey, in Cali we don't play around[Chorus x2]To all my true players keeping it livePutting it down for your city till the day that you dieAll night till the next sunriseHouse full of funk, hella skunk and bloodshot eyesEverybody swigging, buzzing off the liquorHomies playing quarters to see who hits the floor quickerDrink up till you hicup, hit the tableFree brew all night, charge it to the labelI'm unstable, ninety proof straight creepingPut your cups in the air, it's a Cali weekendAin't no leaving, your curfew will be violatedWe're gonna party all night till it gets raidedAfterwards we're mashing to the hoe's padHave a pool party bash till we all crashNow dash if your ass do what you wantBut you can't stand still to this gangster funkBlaze skunk, no bunk, homey keep it nice and fluffyThis is for you uniforms trying to handcuff meNow pass me another brew, we ain't throughIt's barely getting started, ain't no telling what we might do[Chorus x2]Keep the music thumping, bumping to the next dayIt's not over till it's over so we all stayFrom SD to LA we parlayOn the coast of California in a scandelous wayHey, now wait a minute it's a whole new gameFelons making millions, getting paid for their nameSame fool from SD, you all know meTill I die I'm representing, it's the OMBMob deep's entertainment from a gangstaHouse full of bangers, sleeved up puffing vegasThey hate us cuz we straight on topAnd uh, it's Mr. Shadow blowing up your spotBoo-yaa[Chorus x2]
