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Mr. Shadow - True Playaz lyrics
Give me a bottle, I love the bombay I want all my thugs in the house to say hey Aka the night stalker, bouncing through your residential Mr. Shadow's back to take it to the next level From San Diego, we ain't playing around I'm from the streets of California, yeah we're putting it down Still holding the crown so bow down to your highness From America's finest and down the street is where you'll find us Nothing but riders, now get your back on the wall We're some balling individuals, ain't no stopping at all Pop a bottle of bomb, bob your head, throw your hood up Parties full of thugs, gang bangers and hoodlums Year 2000, I came to make everybody and their mama in the house start bouncing I'm lounging in your town, so get ready or bow down Homey, in Cali we don't play around [Chorus x2] To all my true players keeping it live Putting it down for your city till the day that you die All night till the next sunrise House full of funk, hella skunk and bloodshot eyes Everybody swigging, buzzing off the liquor Homies playing quarters to see who hits the floor quicker Drink up till you hicup, hit the table Free brew all night, charge it to the label I'm unstable, ninety proof straight creeping Put your cups in the air, it's a Cali weekend Ain't no leaving, your curfew will be violated We're gonna party all night till it gets raided Afterwards we're mashing to the hoe's pad Have a pool party bash till we all crash Now dash if your ass do what you want But you can't stand still to this gangster funk Blaze skunk, no bunk, homey keep it nice and fluffy This is for you uniforms trying to handcuff me Now pass me another brew, we ain't through It's barely getting started, ain't no telling what we might do [Chorus x2] Keep the music thumping, bumping to the next day It's not over till it's over so we all stay From SD to LA we parlay On the coast of California in a scandelous way Hey, now wait a minute it's a whole new game Felons making millions, getting paid for their name Same fool from SD, you all know me Till I die I'm representing, it's the OMB Mob deep's entertainment from a gangsta House full of bangers, sleeved up puffing vegas They hate us cuz we straight on top And uh, it's Mr. Shadow blowing up your spot Boo-yaa [Chorus x2] |
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