Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunshine, artist - Juvenile. Album song Project English, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Sunshine |
Whoa-ohh-oh-ohh. |
come down now rude bwoy |
Little Weezy Wez, try and take over as the rude bwoy now |
I got a gold two thousand Jag, and customized Cadillac |
(I got some shit with 17's on the front, and 20's on the back) |
My mom in a mansion, and my dad in a truck |
(Player my sister in a 2001 tinted and rimmed up) |
I take care of my baby mommas like we still together |
(When my brother get out of jail man I’ma buy him whatever) |
Credit in my yellow gold in exchange for white |
(Y'all saw me at the Source Awards, wasn’t that shit like tight?) |
Cartier frames with wood grain on the ear |
(V.S.O.P. Hennessy, so save y’all fuckin beers) |
A diehard nigga, a 3rd Ward nigga |
(7th Ward hardhead ready for war nigga) |
A Cash Money clown, tattooed and scarred nigga |
(I ain’t bitchin up for nar’one of y’all funky ass niggaz) |
Princess cuts, baguettes and marquises — what that say? |
(Bad motherfuckin baguettes in Chinese) |
Sunshine — in the middle of the night |
Sunshine — with baguettes so bright |
Sunshine — every place that I be Sunshine — all of ya bwoys know me We be holdin the Cristal high so you can see |
The princess cutted Presidential Roley |
Sho’Lil, won’tcha scratch the Rover, with the block TV |
(You lyin) Six in the headrest, all got new TV’s |
Well look the other hand, holdin a blunt real high |
So you can see the Wonder Woman bracelet sunshine |
2000, Navigation on 19 inches |
My mom in the 6 I ain’t out ya penny pincher |
God Bless Wayne, when I set foot on the scene |
I make you take a triple take, at the bling, the bling bling (what?) |
Iced out sparklin millionaire on the flo' |
Hittin these hoes with shit they never seen befo' |
Now when you see my neck, you could just say ooh |
That Hot Boy from Cash Money’s a fool |
In our platinum Benzes with the cat eyes (eyes) |
Flat screens in my crib with the flat I’s (I's) |
Hold up — there go Wayne, everybody be quiet |
Oh my God! |
He’s drivin from the passenger’s side |
Million dollar conversation when I talk I’m shinin |
Nigga I. puh, puh — spit out diamonds |
I change the grill on my truck so I don’t blend with niggaz |
A young cat like me with Bill Clinton figures |
I’ma expensive nigga, drive Bentleys nigga |
(?) got it dropped on twenty inches nigga |
Best type got navigation system nigga |
VCR, PlayStation, televisions nigga |
You know stuntin is a habit, chrome on the Navi |
TV’s in that rear headrest to entertain the traffic |
They call me the hot man, got the block on lock man |
All my cars chopped man, all my trucks drop man |
Trunk full of knock man, wrist full of rocks man |
Pants full of glocks man, sunshine spot man |
Now you can catch me sunshinin on the lake on Sunday |
What’s happenin Fresh? |
Don’t fight, Sunny Delight — it’s beautiful |
Where, nigga, where you, where you be sunshinin at? |
Yeah I be sunshin up in my, new Cadillac truck |
Or my new 2000 Jaguar, ya know me My lil nigga Weezy went and got Baby on his right arm |
and Suga Slim on his left arm, whatchu think about that Jesus? |
(That's wonderful) Hahaha (that's lovely) that’s true |
What, we gon’let, lovely take it out with his |
R&B album bout to come out, he don’t give a fuck about a bitch. |
Sunshine is a sport man. |
Lil Turk sittin there spookin somebody. |