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B.G. - Get Your Shine On Lyrics [Spoken: BG] Oh it's on now, still on now Ain't nothin changed, we still on chrome lil daddy And in the same place [BG] Washington and Ferret on Sunday, they buck, jumpin We on 17's stun'n, the second lines comin The hot girls ow, the Hot Boy$ loud We in top of the line cars uptown boys, wow For 17, ridin flier than ya daddy Play a differentcar everyday, ya daddy in the Caddy The F-E-Ds smashed me Picture they thought they had me BG shinin so hard that they tryin to harrass me But they let me go, cause we way ahead, smarter Keys come from overseas in a submarine under water Still 'gon ride the Legend Monday, ride the Lex Tuesday Ride the Benz Wednesday Under the seat is the uzi Ride the Camaro Thursday, F150 Friday, Saturday 50 shots to set it off for bustas tryin to carjack me Sunday only 'gon wash my tone up wit my girl sippin wine home All week I gotta get my shine on [Chorus] Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on The haters need to know the world is my own (2x) [Baby] Now all these cars and all these broads Playa, I'm bout to get my shine on Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10,000 bar tap Bitches think I'm jokin, stupid ??? in my lap I'm bout to drink some Domm P. fo' I leave this here And take another broad on V.L. to do this year Now every car I ride in got chrome on it homie Got a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul Plug hoes And make more money independently than a major nigga done went gold I got a million dollar gang wit a 2 million dollar mouthpiece And quick to lil freak on these satin silk sheets Now playa, Rufus Playin in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5 If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly BG got a F-1-5-Oh, Mannie Fresh got a Suburban on mo-moes Now me Baby, a big body Benz Expedition, my black cat and my Hummer my friend Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have TVs for that matchin broad in the passenger seat Eleven hundred Gs stashed away for my son So when he grow up he can have a lil fun I'm still sellin keys, stackin Gs on the D.L. I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L. Now I ain't no rapper Playa, I'm a game spitter Ten Gs a show That's the only way you 'gon see Baby at a concert ya know [Chorus] [Mannie Fresh] Now do ya have more riches Than the sea got fishes Can you do more broads, than the Feds got snitches See, I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin Gettin head, shake a Fed with a phone in my hand See a playa 'gon shine, what you see, it's mines Rolexes, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine Woodgrain, Hummer, hoodrat dumber Hot Boys got toys, number one stunners I know you piss-ants can't stand me Lexus wit da candy Blowin on blunts, sippin on Brandy Now that's a good call Papa cleaner than ya ever saw 929 wit the mirror bro Tint it up, juice and Gin it up, send it up To Texas, get the syrup wit the lean, bend it up Ball 'til I fall, that's the job playa Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one rhyme sayer [Chorus] [BG] I like to look good, be shy, on my side keep my nine on Playa haters wanna spill ya when ya get your shine on But none of that, I'ma get mine on chrome On the 929 wit my Primeco phone on I'm a Hot Boy, hot girls I put the bone on It ain't no secret, I'll bust ya dome homes B and Slim give me a 20 G loan So I could get my roll on I know my rounds ain't gone tell me hold on They let me write the Cash Money check, they sign it I cash it, I spend it It's all good, we ride fly Benz, Lex, Expedition No doing bad, fulfillin dreams and wishes Payin all my girls school tuition If I'm in a shootout, I got the red beam, I ain't missin Face the ballistics, we got it like dat, we earned it liked dat Worked for it like dat, so we could shine like dat Get my shine on 7 days a week After the click blew, I just pooped up in the F150 Cash Money brothas, we brothas like no other Click thicker than peanut-butter We shined this summer B.G. - Get Your Shine On Lyrics [BG] Oh it's on now, we ridin' on chrome now, Get'cha shine on Baby This how we do it, it's all gravy We layin' it down That's how Ca$h Money Hot Boy$ play it, That's how Uptown Hot Boy$ play it, We gone lay it down [First Verse - BG] Washington and Freret on Sunday, they buck, jumpin Niggas on seventeen stuntin', the second line's comin' The Hot Girls out, the Hot Boy$ out We in top of the line cars, Uptown boys out For sixteen, I'm ridin' flyer than ya Daddy I play a different car everyday, ya Daddy in the caddy The fuckin' feds snatched me, Picture they thought they had me The B.G. shinin' so hard them dicksuckers tryin' to harass me But they let me go, cause we way ahead and smarter Keys come from overseas in a submarine under water Still 'gon ride the Legend Monday, ride the Lex Tuesday Ride the Benz Wednesday Under the seat is the uzi Ride the Camaro Thursday, Nine two nine Friday, Saturday, 50 shots set it off for niggas tryin to carjack me Sunday I lay on Washington-uh with a fifth sippin' wine Holmes, All week I gotta get my shine on [Chorus - B.G.] Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long Baby get his shine on Get your shine on, get your shine on Seven days a week, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on You niggas need to know, the World is mine Holmes [Second Verse - Baby] Now all these cars, and all these broads Nigga, I'm bout to get my shine on Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10,000 bar tab Hoes think I'm jokin', stupid hoes wanna laugh I'm bout to lay my stunt down before I leave this bitch, And one of you other niggas hoes gone suck my dick Now every car I ride in got chrome on it homie Got a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul Plug hoes And make more money independent, than a major nigga done went gold I got a million dollar rang wit a 2 million dollar mouthpiece And quick to lay a bitch on these satin silk sheets Now nigga, Rufus Playin in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5 If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly B.G. got a nine two nine, Mannie Fresh got a Camero and a seven thirty-five Now me Baby, big body Benz Expedition, my black cat and my Lexus my friend Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have a matching bitch in the passenger seat Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son So when he grow up he can have a lil fun I'm still sellin keys, stackin Gs on the D.L. I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L. Nigga I ain't no rapper, I'm a game spitter Ten Gs a show, On behalf of Penalty, Ca$h Money, Tommy Boy, Warner Brothers nigga [Chorus] [Third Verse - Mannie Fresh] Can you fuck more bitches Than the sea got fishes? Can you do more hoes, than the Feds got snitches? I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin Gettin head, fuck a Fed with the phone in my hand Nigga's gone shine, what you see is mine Rolexes, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine Woodgrain Hummer, hoodrat plumber, Hot Boys got toys, number one stunters I know you bitches can't stand me Lexus wit da candy Blowin on blunts, sippin on Brandy Now that's a good call Papa cleaner than ya ever saw 929 wit the mirror bro Tint it up, juice and Gin it up, send it up To Texas, get the wood with the good weed, bend it up Ball 'til I fall, that's the job nigga Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one mob figure [Chorus] [Fourth Verse - BG] I like to look good, be sharp, on my side keep my iron on Playa haters wanna steal ya when ya get your shine on But fuck that, I'ma get mine on, Chrome on the 929 wit my Primeco phone on I'm a Hot Boy, hot girls I put the bone on It ain't no secret, I'll bust ya dome Holmes, B and Slim give me a 20 G loan So I could get my roll on I know my niggas ain't gone tell me hold on They let me write the Cash Money check, they sign it I cash it, I spend it It's all good, we ride fly Benz, Lex, Expedition No doing bad, fulfillin dreams and wishes Payin all my college hoes tuition If I'm in a shootout, I got the red beam, I ain't missin Face the ballistics, we got it like that, we earned it liked that Worked for it like that, so we can shine like that Chorus |
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