Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shine And Recline, artist - MJG. Album song No More Glory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Suave House
Song language: English
Shine And Recline |
I come and go and chill as I please |
160 miles per hour on Greentrees |
Really ain’t no reason to try and pretend these |
Hoes ain’t down and willin' to bend knees |
I ease |
Up off of my gas to smash brakes |
I’m gazin at a stout piece of ass at high stakes |
To make it to the top of my game what will it take? |
I gots to get some glue in my life, before I break |
Shake rattle and roll hold the dice until I can’t |
It’s time for G to toss up in the paint |
Pimpin' ass real nigga |
I squeeze big ass and big trigga |
And leave hard weak ass niggas in big rivers |
Who in the fuck got stuck you bucked and outta luck |
Lookin to find trouble with me, now that’s enough |
Muthafuckas |
I torture yo ass and make you suffer |
I’m spittin real shit you false niggas can smother cuz |
I know the flows that drops the hoes clothes |
T makes the beats that heats the whole streets |
If you got the time |
Fine I got the rhyme |
Shine and Recline |
Vibe and sip wine |
I be the nigga who really don’t give a fuck man |
Rough and tough I’m puttin strain on your weak game |
Hard and real dammit I never knew another way |
Rappin bout the shit that happens round a nigga everyday |
Life is hard and hoes ain’t free, believe me |
Ask them real G’s dying in the penetentiary |
Old and cold, ain’t no love in the steel cage |
It’s all about your freedom in this muthafuckin space age |
Some got chosen, some choose and lose |
Some pay dues, snooze, and lose what they choose |
I, be, PIMP NIGGA SUPREME! |
Invest some cream and straight sell a ho a dream |
Bust on wax and rip tracks by T-Mix |
Hated cuz I talk real shit bout a freak bitch |
Peep this I don’t give a fuck about what |
Somebody say they can die & suck a nigga nuts |
Cornbread fed south women luva |
Money-makin black fat muthafucka |
Can’t no other duplicate mine |
It’s all fine while we shine and recline |
I’m pimpin hoes till they mind gone |
My rhymes on now where my money bitch? |
How many suckas you trickin and who you runnin with? |
Some stunnin shit you layin down with plain fools |
Her nigga wanna send alumni back from school |
Who you rule? |
Not shit but yo mouth I brings proper shit to the ring |
But shit you wear straight stops muthafuckas |
Lookin for reason to start trouble |
You come with that shit 10 shots gonna bust yo bubble |
Like a teardrop |
I can’t feel the pain, just my ears pop |
The bullet just an inch from your brain |
Live and he’ll stop |
You talkin cash shit but you writin' them rubber checks |
And still don’t know the way to commit with a brotha yet |
God Damn! |
Is this shit ham or is it Spam |
I thought I had a bottle of jelly and got jammed |
In the blender a million degrees |
Deep in December |
The flashbacks weakened your mind so just remember cuz |