Cant Stop The Shine Lyrics by Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo

Cant Stop The Shine Lyrics

    [missjones]
    Don't you know that g rap's straight thuggin
    And you know you can't stop the shine

    [kool g rap]
    Uhh, uhh
    Kool g rap, underworld, illville

    (whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?)
    Whattup, whattup, whattup

    Uhh, uhh
    Daddy bigbucks, got the forty-five cal' tucked
    Giovanni style tux, see the cristal erupt
    Be up at the bar what? diamonds, carved and cut
    The sluts get starstruck wonder if the car's what
    The new bm, rimmed up, the navigator truck
    Feet be like skinned up in only gator stuff
    For fly mami get hemmed up, she got the jada cuts
    These cats pushin they lens up, they can't hate enough
    They countin what i spend up, already made enough
    To live plush, you must eat out a fat plate of mush
    Got what you lust, the bulgari smothered with slush
    Yours covered with rust, diamonds studded with dust
    Mine flooded with crush, rides big as a bus
    Thirty-two plus, what can you and your crew do to us
    But look in disgust, plot to seize the shinin sea
    From coppin the v-t-w-e-l-v-e
    Pissed off at g's but we don't believe in knockin knees
    We cock and squeeze, and leave some shit shot and breeze
    Attractin these chicks mixed, black and japanese
    And slappin these nitwits, with fat stacks of g's
    Bag your rat, she should lack, grabbin the back of threes
    On her knees, see more semen than all the seven seas
    She goldminin, lookin for new fashion designin
    Rings with rocks blindin cause my world started shinin, uhh

    Chorus: missjones and g rap

    [mj] whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?
    [gr] when you see mines and can't stop the shine
    Sippin wine from up a little grapevine
    Too much ice up on the wrist to tell the time
    [mj] whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?
    [gr] when you see me up in the 6 with a dime
    Yeah, chicks of all kinds, mad concubines
    Will you cock the nine and sneak me from behind?

    [kool g rap]
    My jet leaves, down to the beaches in the west keys
    With jet skis, only sex g's, with s-e's
    And lex g-s-3's, cheese to bless g
    Baguettes be the ice makin my neck and chest freeze
    Vietnamese, tibetan g's with wet beads
    In sets of three, breasts in 3-d that slept with me
    The sexy, beauty of the week of the ? g's
    Bangladesh g's, on the other side of the red sea
    The lefty, sippin remi inside the pepsi
    Jew-els shinin, holdin down what you fell behind in
    Mink shit with silk linin, penetrate right through
    Your hymen, handle a nine like i'm lex diamond
    Organized crimin, bank rolls yeah we get those
    Fly clothes, slip those, spot foes then we hit those
    The whole click glow, click the sickoes
    With the chick-o's, hit the ones with the six-oh's
    Hollow tops spit those, let the dough pile
    Leave no profile, drama wild leave you layin castellano style
    With ? llama cows, whole click be kinda wild
    On a mission, get the death kiss end up missin

    Chorus w/ variations to end

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