D-Shot - True Worldwide Playaz lyrics

[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 s**a 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 [Chorus:] 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 [D-Shot] 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 [Chorus] 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 Worldwide [Chorus]