| Shimmering
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| Glimmering
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| Glistening
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| That’s the gold
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| Havoc: yeh man, niggas better tuck them chains man, keep them tucked baby
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| The wolves is out… yeh yeh yeh yeh, that’s right keep that chain out baby
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| That’s what I like, that’s what I like it, glistening baby… yo c’mon
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| Dudes come in heavy but they leave out light homie
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| Married to robberies, leave you holy in matrimony
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| He leavin' out the club, security 'round him
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| Chick you ain’t thinkin' bout that when your stomach is growlin' (hell no)
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| I can taste it so bad, my heart is poundin'
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| Thinkin' if I get this nigga, be a couple of thousand
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| Told my dude, follow his whip make sure you don’t lose him
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| Almost got caught at the light, run that, you stupid?
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| I got an eye for this shit and I don’t need no specs
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| Cause I can see the ice glisten through that 5 percent
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| So I stop at a Delhi, prolly 'fford some dutches
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| 'bout to creep till' Jake pulled up, them muthafuckas
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| Nervous a little somethin', but that shit wore off
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| Yeh right about that time, the Jake peeled off
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| Dude takin' to long, fuck he buyin' the store?
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| Fuck it, run up in that chick and let’s catch them all
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| Cause they all.
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| — Prodigy/Sample Voice
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| Prodigy: See the full arm
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| Sample Voice: Shimmering
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| Prodigy: Damn, see the charm
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| Sample Voice: Glimmering
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| Prodigy: Yeh he got a lot of things
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| Sample Voice: Glistening
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| Prodigy: and if P gettin' word
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| Sample Voice: That’s the gold
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| Prodigy: Yeh that’s a gang load of ice
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| Sample Voice: Shimmering
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| Prodigy: yeh it’s lookin' real nice
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| Sample Voice: Glimmering
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| Prodigy: nigga got the rose gold
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| Sample Voice: Glistening
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| Prodigy: and if Hav gettin' word
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| Sample Voice: That’s the gold
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| Fuck you and all that shit you pop
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| You ain’t a general nigga, you a fuckin flunk
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| Matter fact, come through with them diamond chunks
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| And I’m takin' all of that offa you my dunn
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| And I’m already sparklin', I don’t need your shit
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| But fuck that, that’s a whole lotta cash (gunshots)
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| Triple cars for the squardren'
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| Few weeks at the suite with my sweetie
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| From cross the map, get em'
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| And that means its a goal
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| Like the Wizard of Oz I turn the green lights on you
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| Stick niggas like needles
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| I’m sharp like needles
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| And super on point for the peoples
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| The bells, the police bitch
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| And if I go broke I’ll be doin' this more often
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| The rings and the wristwatch
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| Before I put your brains in the coffin
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| Ain’t no use in tuckin' that chain (it's too late nigga)
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| Cause I can see in the spot, you was mister bling bling
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| Yeh, the wheels of motion it done been arranged
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| And I’m just waitin' for that ass to hop up in that range
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| Put a bad bitch on him, all he thinkin' is pussy
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| See, dudes want the honey all we want is the goodies
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| 2 way back and forth on 2 cars back
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| Ain’t nobody tryina that recognize this fucked up act
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| Know a nigga waitin' patient, shorty hit me back
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| She know I got caught at the light, told me where to catch up
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| I gotta get this muhthafucka so I’m doin' a buck
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| Better slow the fuck down 'fore I get locked up
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| Told her take him to a parking lot, one in the cut
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| It might look a little fishy but niggas wanna nut
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| Hurry up, got there 'fore the windows fogged up
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| Opened up the door, nigga give tha-at up
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| Cause you are. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Gold , by - DJ Clue. Song from the album The Professional 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп