Get Your Shine On lyrics

[Baby]

Yeah

We gon' go old school

You know what I'm saying?

If you from where I'm from, you know what I'm talking bout

The way we do this here

This is a cash money classic

And I feel couldn't nobody do it the way I'ma do it

Ya know what I'm saying?

So, here we go world

I'm bringing it to your world from my world

You know what I'm talking bout?

Look, I say

[Hook: Baby]

Get your shine on (x3)

So nigga stop hating

Get your shine on (x3)

You know we gonna make it

Get your shine on (x3)

So nigga stop hating

Get your shine on (x3)

You know we gonna make it

[Verse 1: Baby]

In one you trust, the neighborhood is us

And everything that I ride is 22's and up

And every time that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus

Make the hood understand that we trying to come up

24's 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 living lavish

Louis the 14th, you know we had to have it

Once upon a time it was nothing but madness

Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys

Chasing paper paper chasing, look that's all we know

Coming through the neighborhood on them 24's

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

Fast money, Cash Money, that's all I know

One

[Hook: Baby]

Get your shine on (x3)

So nigga stop hating

Get your shine on (x3)

You know we gonna make it

Get your shine on (x3)

So nigga stop hating

Get your shine on (x3)

You know we gonna make it

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

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

That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest 'em to death

I'm a specialist Vet, No testin the best

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

I'll make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese

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

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 titty bitches come home with me, get the business

I made bling-bling, I'm like a lighthouse

So tuck that ice in, cause y'an ain't iced out

Pay attention closely, you niggas can never roast me

Cause the maker of the Testarossa knows me

Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind

But you always looking cause I'ma shine

That's right

[Hook: Baby]

Get your shine on (x3)

So nigga stop hating

Get your shine on (x3)

You know we gonna make it

[Verse 3: Baby]

Loud mics and big rims, nigga, that's my life

Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price

Lets get it understood, nigga, that's my price

Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright

Cause I'm pimping, I'm pimping pimping, I'm coming through

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

And they spinning, they spinning spinning, them Sprewells, nigga

Them Sprewells nigga, we making 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 guerrillas, raised the hot boy click

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

You heard man that I been slanging them slacks

That's my word man, I won't stunt nigga

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

[Hook: Baby]

Get your shine on (x3)

So nigga stop hating

Get your shine on (x3)

You know we gonna make it

• Artist:Birdman
• Album:Fast Money (2005)