Get Your Shine On Lyrics by 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 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 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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