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]