Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Your Shine On, artist - Birdman. Album song Fast Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Get Your Shine On |
| Yeah |
| We gon go old school |
| Ya know what I’m sayin |
| If you from where I’m from |
| Ya know what I’m talkin bout |
| The way we do this here |
| This is a cash money classic |
| And I feel couldn’t nobody do it the way ima do it |
| Ya know what I’m sayin |
| So, here we go world, I’m bringin it to your world from my world |
| Ya know what I’m talkin bout look I say |
| Get your shine on |
| So nigga stop hatin' |
| Get your shine on |
| You know we gonna make it |
| Get your shine on |
| So nigga stop hatin' |
| Get your shine on |
| You know we gonna make it |
| In one you trust, the neighborhood is us |
| And everything that I ride is 22s and up |
| And everytime that I slide, you know I’m platinum plus |
| Make the hood understand that we trying to come up |
| 24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust |
| Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up |
| Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine |
| So how ya love that people? |
| Everybody on the grind |
| And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin lavish |
| Those 14s, you know we had to have it |
| Once upon a time it was nothing but magic |
| Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys |
| Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know |
| Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s |
| Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more |
| Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One |
| They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest |
| That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck |
| I’ma specially set, No testin the best |
| Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk |
| I’ll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese |
| I’m from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez |
| E, F baby for the team I rep daily |
| I come to the defense like Champ Bailey, I’m gone wit it |
| A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it |
| Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business |
| I made bling bling, I’m like a lighthouse |
| So shut that ice in cause he ain’t iced out |
| Pay attention closely, You niggas can never roast me |
| Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me |
| Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind |
| But you always looking cause I’ma shine, thats right |
| Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life |
| Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price |
| Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price |
| Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright |
| Cause I’m pimpin, I’m pimpin pimpin, I’m comin thru |
| And I’m dippin, I’m dippin dippin, them 22s |
| And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga |
| Them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga |
| Don’t need no introduction in this |
| I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich |
| You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I’m bout my shit |
| I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click |
| Cause I’m the birdman and I’ll do you something bad |
| You heard man that I been slangin them slacks |
| Thats my word man, I won’t stunt nigga |
| I won’t stunt nigga, I’m gonna stunt nigga, One |