Birdman

Birdman - Get Your Shine On lyrics

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(feat. Lil Wayne)


[Baby] 

Yeah 

We gon go old school 

Ya know what I'm sayin 

If you from where I'm from 

Ya know what I'm talkin bout 

the way we do this here 

this is a cash money classic 

and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it 

ya know what I'm sayin 

so, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world 

ya know what I'm talkin bout look I say 


[Chorus: Baby] 

Get your shine on {*3X*} 

So nigga stop hatin' 

Get your shine on {*3X*} 

You know we gonna make it 

Get your shine on {*3X*} 

So nigga stop hatin' 

Get your shine on {*3X*} 

You know we gonna make it 


[Baby] 

In one you trust, the neighborhood is us 

And everything that I ride is 22s and up 

And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus 

Make the hood understand that we trying to come up 

24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust 

Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up 

Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine 

So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind 

And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich livin lavish 

Those 14s, you know we had to have it 

Once upon a time it was nothing but magic 

Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys 

Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know 

Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s 

Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more 

Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One 


[Chorus] 


[Lil Wayne] 

They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest 

That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck 

I'ma specialist vet, No testin the best 

Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk 

I'll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese 

I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weez 

C, F baby for the team I rep daily 

I come to the defense like Champ Bailey, I'm gone wit it 

A chrome kitted, A foam pit in the back of it 

Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business 

I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse 

So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out 

Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me 

Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me 

Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind 

But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right 


[Chorus] 


[Baby] 

Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life 

Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price 

Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price 

Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright 

Cause I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin thru 

And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s 

And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga 

them sprewells nigga, we makin mail nigga 

Don't need no introduction in this 

I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich 

You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit 

I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click 

Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad 

You heard man that I been slangin them slacks 

Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga 

I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One 


[Chorus]
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