D-SHOT - True Worldwide Playaz lyrics

(feat. Spice-1, Too $hort)

[Too $hort talking (D-Shot)]

(D-shot) Yeah that's right.

Too Sheezie in the house.

(Let's get that money man.)

Uh I'm all about my money man.

I be tryin to tell these breezies all the time.

How I'm gon buy you all this and that?

Treat you how you treatin me, like a sucka.

Thank so main.

How you gonna be a playa man when you a trick?

Baby that don't even make no sense.

Everything don't match. (Sure don't.)

You know what I'm sayin Shot bay-bay?

(I feel ya.) Yeah you know.

I always got time to chop it up with my real ones.

[Too $hort]

Now when it comes to me, M.C. stands for makin cash

Come see me after midnight and I'm takin that

I bet you Short dog ain't no ancient myth

I'm from the bay area where we make them hits

And get paid for it, how you feel now?

We sellin tapes, in every real town

From here to New York, back to California

Homies eatin chicken, standin on the corner

Ain't doin nothin out here but hustlin

Tryin to live good but a playa still strugglin

Don't let the clean Benz fool ya

Just buy the tape and let Short dog school ya

It's hard to believe, y'all can't understand it

Made a hundred songs just like I planned it

Put it down y'all can't take nothin from me

You can rap all you want but if you ain't makin money

Can't do what I did when I was just a kid

Sold tapes to my friends for fives and tens

Now I sell a million to a million fans

They used to doubt me, now they know I'm the man


True worldwide playaz, choppin game

True worldwide playaz, transferred game

I ain't got nathan but game and more game

Your game is my game (Choppin game)

My game is your game

True worldwide playaz, transferred game


Now the times have changed, that was in the past

Now playas ain't makin, nothin but lethal cash

It's all to the good that I made my way out

And just think that them fools had doubt

That your partner would make it to the next stage

Cuz you know us playas livin in the last days

It just take a little time to check myself

Get out the game and incorporate my wealth

And young brothers, they still be askin me

What's up Shot, won't you sell me a half a key?

Oh naw dog, I'm retired and legitimate

I'm one of the few, who's been and has been

One of the tightest ballas that ever walked the streets of Vallel

And young ballers, I'm still here to tell

That's right, transferred game


D-Shot, Short dog, Spice number 1, choppin game

[Spice 1]

Choppin up game like a g-g-ginsu, I been through

Hell and thangs, back forth through jail and thangs

In them cells and thangs drivin my brain insane

Thinkin when I'ma get out the county and get my mail again

From a c-e-l-l to a five oh, double oh s-l

Pimpin up diamond rolexes, ballin from Cali to Texas

Worldwide, I bring the tide in

The east bay gangsta he be ridin, sidin

So what you hollin?

Soulja to this game since the age of ten

Two platinum albums, two gold

This ninety sick, I'm still in



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