Dancin, Smokin, Drinkin Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Shadow

[Chorus x2: Mr. Shadow] 

Dancing, smoking, drinking 

Slowly blinking 

Another Cali weekend 

Dancing, smoking, drinking 

Slowly blinking 

Another Cali weekend 

[Kurupt] 

The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the trick 

The nerve of the trick, the nerve of the trick 

The nerve of the trick, I swerve with the trick 

Calicos, out to Moe's, imperial with faness 

Kick left, six hop to the trisket, get to kick rock 

I'ma make something bounce high as the moon 

Coast with the homies, roll through, do what I do 

[Mr. Shadow] 

In the coast where the best roam, you'll get your chest blown 

Killa Kali be so strange you throw a vest on 

We step on in blue'd up flashing signs 

For the 213 and 619 we ride 

Westside hard grind, Killa Kali the state 

All day, all night, choking smoking the tray 

Bombay cascades, gangster stepping through blocks 

Common shots tell me what's hot and what's not 

[Chorus x2] 

[Cisco] 

Now my weekends are similar but never the same 

Me and the homies ain't particular, we getting the brain 

Politicing the game, call a chick out her name 

And when I'm hitting the thang I be like ripping the frame 

See I'm a pimp in the game, Cisco is the name 

Me and the homies smoking, the West Coast ain't changed 

Don't trip, we the shit, me and my clique all riders 

Quick to scoop your main chick and go and pull an all-nighter 

Posted up at the twin towers 

Overlooking the Bay, popping champagne after hours 

Ladies offer powder, players offer pills 

Money and the power, making million dollar deals 

Got the house on the hills 

Hit the clubs bouncing on chrome wheels 

Hop out with that thug appeal 

Blow the bar up, keep your guard up in Cali 

'cause my G's is starving hard up, waiting in the alley 

Who you hating on homey, better turn around slowly 

Blinking, start flashing, what this fool thinking 

Too much smoking, nah, too much drinking 

Nah, just another, just another, Cali weekend 

[Chorus x2] 

[Kurupt] 

Out here we agaholics, indo-alcoholic, blazaholics, it's simple 

They make a few 'cause together it multiplies the multitude ripple 

The sides to stabilize the Cripple, Valentinos 

Orange juice Jones, blacks and Latinos, Lancaster and Chino 

Ladies dipping banging, Shalamar 

High priced lizards off blocks of calamari 

Eating on something like fish and chips 

I can't fuck with, and this is something you just can't fuck with 

What's up Shadow 

[Mr. Shadow] 

We military minded fools 

With shaved heads, baggy clothes and tattooes 

No excuse, we all bangers 

Westside riders, g'd up is how you'll find us homiciders 

We're chart climbers, ain't no messing with us 

Mr. Shadow, Cisco, and the homey Kurupt, now what's up 

[Chorus til fade]