Get Ur Shine On Lyrics

(Birdman intro)
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 couldn't nobody do it the way I'mma 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:Birdman)
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

(Birdman verse 1)
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 that's 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, that's all I know one
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(Chorus)

(Lil'Wayne verse 2)
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'mma 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' 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 tittie bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So tuck ya ice in 'cause ye ain't iced out
Pay attention closely, you niggaz can never roast me
'Cause the maker of the Testarossa knows me
Oh he so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking 'cause I'mma shine, that's right

(Chorus)

(Birdman verse 3)
Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy Price
Let's get it understood, nigga that's 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 gon' stunt nigga
I gon' stunt nigga, I'm gon' stunt nigga, one

(Chorus)