Mr. Shadow - Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin Lyrics
[Chorus x2: Mr. Shadow]Dancing, smoking, drinkingSlowly blinkingAnother Cali weekendDancing, smoking, drinkingSlowly blinkingAnother Cali weekend[Kurupt]The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the trickThe nerve of the trick, the nerve of the trickThe nerve of the trick, I swerve with the trickCalicos, out to Moe's, imperial with fanessKick left, six hop to the trisket, get to kick rockI'ma make something bounce high as the moonCoast with the homies, roll through, do what I do[Mr. Shadow]In the coast where the best roam, you'll get your chest blownKilla Kali be so strange you throw a vest onWe step on in blue'd up flashing signsFor the 213 and 619 we rideWestside hard grind, Killa Kali the stateAll day, all night, choking smoking the trayBombay cascades, gangster stepping through blocksCommon shots tell me what's hot and what's not[Chorus x2][Cisco]Now my weekends are similar but never the sameMe and the homies ain't particular, we getting the brainPoliticing the game, call a chick out her nameAnd when I'm hitting the thang I be like ripping the frameSee I'm a pimp in the game, Cisco is the nameMe and the homies smoking, the West Coast ain't changedDon't trip, we the shit, me and my clique all ridersQuick to scoop your main chick and go and pull an all-nighterPosted up at the twin towersOverlooking the Bay, popping champagne after hoursLadies offer powder, players offer pillsMoney and the power, making million dollar dealsGot the house on the hillsHit the clubs bouncing on chrome wheelsHop out with that thug appealBlow the bar up, keep your guard up in CaliCuz my G's is starving hard up, waiting in the alleyWho you hating on homey, better turn around slowlyBlinking, start flashing, what this fool thinkingToo much smoking, nah, too much drinkingNah, just another, just another, Cali weekend[Chorus x2][Kurupt]Out here we agaholics, indo-alcoholic, blazaholics, it's simpleThey make a few cuz together it multiplies the multitude rippleThe sides to stabilize the Cripple, ValentinosOrange juice Jones, blacks and Latinos, Lancaster and ChinoLadies dipping banging, ShalamarHigh priced lizards off blocks of calamariEating on something like fish and chipsI can't ***** with, and this is something you just can't ***** withWhat's up Shadow[Mr. Shadow]We military minded foolsWith shaved heads, baggy clothes and tattooesNo excuse, we all bangersWestside riders, g'd up is how you'll find us homicidersWe're chart climbers, ain't no messing with usMr. Shadow, Cisco, and the homey Kurupt, now what's up[Chorus til fade]
