Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song True Playaz, artist - Mr. Shadow. Date of issue: 31.07.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
True Playaz |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |