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| Get Your Shine On (B.G.) |
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[BG]
Oh it's on nowwe ridin' on chrome now
Get'cha shine on Baby
This how we do itit's all gravy
We layin' it down
That's how Ca$h Money Hot Boy$ play it
That's how Uptown Hot Boy$ play it
We gone lay it down
[First Verse - BG]
Washington and Freret on Sundaythey buckjumpin
Niggas on seventeen stuntin'the second line's comin'
The Hot Girls outthe Hot Boy$ out
We in top of the line carsUptown boys out
For sixteenI'm ridin' flyer than ya Daddy
I play a different car everydayya Daddy in the caddy
The fuckin' feds snatched me
Picture they thought they had me
The B.G. shinin' so hard them dicksuckers tryin' to harass me
But they let me gocause we way ahead and smarter
Keys come from overseas in a submarine under water
Still 'gon ride the Legend Mondayride the Lex Tuesday
Ride the Benz Wednesday
Under the seat is the uzi
Ride the Camaro ThursdayNine two nine FridaySaturday
50
shots set it off for niggas tryin to carjack me
Sunday I lay on Washington-uh with a fifth sippin' wine Holmes
All week I gotta get my shine on
[Chorus - B.G.]
Get your shine onget your shine on
All day longI'ma get mine on
Get your shine onget your shine on
All day long Baby get his shine on
Get your shine onget your shine on
Seven days a weekI'ma get mine on
Get your shine onget your shine on
You niggas need to knowthe World is mine Holmes
[Second Verse - Baby]
Now all these carsand all these broads
NiggaI'm bout to get my shine on
Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10000 bar tab
Hoes think I'm jokin'stupid hoes wanna laugh
I'm bout to lay my stunt down before I leave this bitch
And one of you other niggas hoes gone suck my dick
Now every car I ride in got chrome on it homie
Got a mouth full of goldto show Uptown soul
Plug hoes
And make more money independentthan a major nigga done went gold
I got a million dollar rang wit a 2 million dollar mouthpiece
And quick to lay a bitch on these satin silk sheets
Now niggaRufus Playin in the LexusGangsta got a Q-5
If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly
B.G. got a nine two nineMannie Fresh got a Camero and a seven thirty-five
Now me Babybig body Benz
Expeditionmy black cat and my Lexus my friend
Now I could change a car for everyday of the week
And have a matching bitch in the passenger seat
Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son
So when he grow up he can have a lil fun
I'm still sellin keysstackin Gs on the D.L.
I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L.
Nigga I ain't no rapperI'm a game spitter
Ten Gs a show
On behalf of PenaltyCa$h MoneyTommy BoyWarner Brothers nigga
[Chorus]
[Third Verse - Mannie Fresh]
Can you fuck more bitches
Than the sea got fishes?
Can you do more hoesthan the Feds got snitches?
I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin
Gettin headfuck a Fed with the phone in my hand
Nigga's gone shinewhat you see is mine
Rolexeswent to TexasMotorolaAlpine
Woodgrain Hummerhoodrat plumber
Hot Boys got toysnumber one stunters
I know you bitches can't stand me
Lexus wit da candy
Blowin on bluntssippin on Brandy
Now that's a good call
Papa cleaner than ya ever saw
929
wit the mirror bro
Tint it upjuice and Gin it upsend it up
To Texasget the wood with the good weedbend it up
Ball 'til I fallthat's the job nigga
Cash MoneyHot Boynumber one mob figure
[Chorus]
[Fourth Verse - BG]
I like to look goodbe sharpon my side keep my iron on
Playa haters wanna steal ya when ya get your shine on
But fuck thatI'ma get mine on
Chrome on the 929 wit my Primeco phone on
I'm a Hot Boyhot girls I put the bone on
It ain't no secretI'll bust ya dome Holmes
B and Slim give me a 20 G loan
So I could get my roll on
I know my niggas ain't gone tell me hold on
They let me write the Cash Money checkthey sign it
I cash itI spend it
It's all goodwe ride fly
BenzLexExpedition
No doing badfulfillin dreams and wishes
Payin all my college hoes tuition
If I'm in a shootoutI got the red beamI ain't missin
Face the ballisticswe got it like thatwe earned it liked that
Worked for it like thatso we can shine like that
Chorus
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