Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shine , by - DJ Quik. Song from the album The Midnight Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.10.2014
Record label: mad science
Song language: English
Shine |
| They don’t wanna see me shine |
| They don’t wanna see me grind |
| They don’t wanna see me get it |
| They don’t wanna see me live |
| Ask these niggas why you trippin'? |
| Why you all up in my time? |
| Niggas go hate |
| They don’t wanna see me shine |
| They don’t wanna see me shine |
| They don’t wanna see me shine |
| They don’t wanna see me shine |
| They don’t wanna see me shine |
| Say they don’t wanna see me shine |
| They don’t wanna see me shine |
| They don’t wanna see me shine |
| They don’t wanna see me shine |
| We gon' shine anyway, believe that |
| It’s David Blake nigga (yeah) |
| Gotta kick my feet up for snicks |
| Tell you 'bout my grind and why I be here for a minute |
| They be on my time and that’s just somethin' I can’t play wit' |
| They just see me doin' it |
| Been 'round these different places, yeah |
| Nigga we don’t know whatchu been on |
| I don’t ever trust nobody, you can kick it on my phone |
| You gon' always see me shine cause I been beamin' in that |
| I just know my time is comin', you gotta get wit' it |
| Too fly, yeah she immature, two eyes wit' a great view |
| Blessed niggas, should I bless you? |
| Got my cape on to the rescue |
| Save them hoes I won’t do that |
| I been ridin' clean, you shoulda knew that |
| I blow up, don’t get blew back |
| And that’s real shit I spit two facts |
| This is what I’m on, this is who I am |
| I just be flyin' wide-awake at 2 am |
| They don’t wanna see me shine, well that’s okay |
| These niggas ain’t stoppin' me and you know what? |
| George Foreman microphone, this that German shit |
| The hoes hit me on it, make me wanna sperm and spit |
| So they treat me like a permin' kid |
| I straighten them hoes out |
| And make them hookers earn this dick |
| I’m a feng shui nigga |
| Get me in the club, I’m a rum-straight nigga |
| It ain’t no problem totin' champagne bottles |
| Now cork 'em all and toast 'em to the player on the grottle |
| Porsche, I’m in the backseat, too much room for my feet |
| The benefit to when the DJ’s the chef, anytime we go eat |
| I chop these niggas and cut 'em |
| Step on they shoe and headbutt 'em |
| I’m gangsta like no wanksta’s like |
| We don’t think alike so nigga fuck 'em |
| I’m shinin' all through my gold |
| An archi-pimp and I’m cold |
| If I like it then I love it |
| If I look good in it, you need to wrap the bitch cause I’m sold |
| But you say |
| Thinkin' |
| Hatin' |
| Plottin' |
| Well if you case me wit' it, then you ain’t gon' get it |
| Niggas green with envy, you a toad |