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