True Playaz Lyrics - Mr. Shadow

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 'cause we straight on top 

And uh, it's Mr. Shadow blowing up your spot 

Boo-yaa 

[Chorus x2]