| Yeah! |
| All the ladies say hoooo
|
| All the hoes say, (Hah, Hah, Hah, It’s Gucci)
|
| Here we go A-town! |
| C-post!
|
| Cutmaster Swiff, down your throat
|
| Boy stop!!!
|
| Sir Luscious Left Foot’s on fire
|
| Trying to block my shine just ain’t gone happen so don’t try
|
| Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit
|
| Inking hit up after hit, This penmanship is so legit
|
| I came equipped like a prophylactic, now they riding dicks
|
| +Lifestyling+ on these suckers out here tryin to buy they bitch
|
| Now they rich try to convince everybody to trick off
|
| But a true boss done paid the cost, she giving away her drawers
|
| Word to the +Brown, James+, she some chicken chowmein
|
| Really mayn you done said the silly things
|
| And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffed and claimed a dame
|
| Hey, my main thang got my last name, got all her, mayn
|
| I’m on my grind shawty, don’t block my shine shawty
|
| Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
|
| Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
|
| I’m on my grind shawty, don’t block my shine shawty
|
| Wait a minute, wait a minute, chill a little, sit a minute
|
| I can’t close my safe no more cause I got too much money in it
|
| They put Gucci in a cell, did my deal went to jail
|
| I make music, I make movies, I need Tyler Perry’s cell
|
| Loud smell coming out the Lamb', fuck it, what the hell
|
| Gucci Mane, so I’m Gucci down, she got on Chanel
|
| In the cut rolling stupid kush like I’m in a rush
|
| In the club with half a pound, 150 blunts
|
| Zone 6 Atlanta, fuck with me the longest
|
| So I shine like it’s showtime, all my jewelry on
|
| On the block with the stupid watch, boy you need to stop
|
| When I stop everybody watch, car don’t have a top
|
| And stretch cost a stupid check, rolling up the pack
|
| Now I’m gone, I can’t even flex, Eastside where you at?
|
| Can’t be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe,
|
| The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can get up and walk away, shawty
|
| With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray
|
| Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump
|
| Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'Llac
|
| From Atlanta to Savannah, can a nigga stop that?
|
| Not when God’s got his hands on me only the strong survive
|
| And the weak minded are falling by the wayside
|
| They try But which I overcome and succeed, indeed
|
| But with success comes a great responsibility
|
| We chose to lead not follow, It’s a hard pill to swallow
|
| Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
|
| A-Town representer (Hold-hold-hold up)
|
| East Point, College Park
|
| Decatur, Yeah!
|
| I got me armor on, sword and shield on deck |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shine Blockas, artist - Big Boi. Album song Sir Lucious Left Foot...The Son Of Chico Dusty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп