Paroles Shine Blockas de Big Boi

Textes et Paroles de Shine Blockas

[Intro - Big Boi]
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say:

[Gucci]
Hah! Hah! Hah!

[Big Boi]
Gucci up, here we go
A-town, C-post
Cut masta swift down your throat

[Verse 1 - Big Boi]
Boy stop, Sir Luscious' left foot's on fire
Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit
Inking hit up after hit
This penmanship is so legit
I came equipped like a prophylactic
Now they riding dicks, like
Styling on these suckas out here trying to buy their bitch
Now they rich, try to piss everybody to trick off
But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away them drawers
Word to the brown James, he some chicken chow mein
Really mane, you done say some silly things
And the fella Dana Dane
Why you cuffing claim to game?
Hey my main thang got my last name
Yall naw what i mayne!

[Hook - Gucci Mane]
I'm on my grind shawty
Don't block my shine shawty
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind shawty
Don't block my shine shawty
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Chill a little, sit a minute
I can't close my safe no more
Cause I got too much money in it

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail
I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell
I smell coming out the lam', f**k it what the hell
Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel
In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom
In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts)
Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't fuck with Nia Long
Boy: shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on
On the block with my stupid watch. Boy you need to stop!
When I stop, everybody watch the car without a top
In the streets. Cost a stupid check roll another pack
Now I'm gone, I can't even flip: Eastside where you at?

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Big Boi]
Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away, shawty
With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray
Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump
Pistol whip in my lap at all times
In the 'lac from Atlanta to Savannah, can't a nigga stop that
Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive
And the weak-minded are falling by the wayside, they try
But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed
But with success comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead not follow
It's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled
Cause there might not be tomorrow

[Hook]

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