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  • Get Your Shine On (Remix) by B.G. F/ Big Tymers Lyrics



    [Spoken: BG]
    Oh it's on now, still on now
    Ain't nothin changed, we still on chrome lil daddy
    And in the same place

    [BG]
    Washington and Ferret on Sunday, they buck, jumpin
    We on 17's stun'n, the second lines comin
    The hot girls ow, the Hot Boy$ loud
    We in top of the line cars uptown boys, wow
    For 17, ridin flier than ya daddy
    Play a differentcar everyday, ya daddy in the Caddy
    The F-E-Ds smashed me
    Picture they thought they had me
    BG shinin so hard that they tryin to harrass me
    But they let me go, cause we way ahead, 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, F150 Friday, Saturday
    50 shots to set it off for bustas tryin to carjack me
    Sunday only 'gon wash my tone up wit my girl sippin wine home
    All week I gotta get my shine on

    [Chorus]
    Get your shine on, get your shine on
    All day long, I'ma get mine on
    Get your shine on, get your shine on
    The haters need to know the world is my own (2x)

    [Baby]
    Now all these cars and all these broads
    Playa, I'm bout to get my shine on
    Now I'm in Club Whispers wit a $10,000 bar tap
    Bitches think I'm jokin, stupid ??? in my lap
    I'm bout to drink some Domm P. fo' I leave this here
    And take another broad on V.L. to do this year
    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 independently than a major nigga done went gold
    I got a million dollar gang wit a 2 million dollar mouthpiece
    And quick to lil freak on these satin silk sheets
    Now playa, Rufus Playin in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5
    If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly
    BG got a F-1-5-Oh, Mannie Fresh got a Suburban on mo-moes
    Now me Baby, a big body Benz
    Expedition, my black cat and my Hummer my friend
    Now I could change a car for everyday of the week
    And have TVs for that matchin broad in the passenger seat
    Eleven 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.
    Now I ain't no rapper
    Playa, I'm a game spitter
    Ten Gs a show
    That's the only way you 'gon see Baby at a concert ya know

    [Chorus]

    [Mannie Fresh]
    Now do ya have more riches
    Than the sea got fishes
    Can you do more broads, than the Feds got snitches
    See, I ride Lexus land wit the TV playin
    Gettin head, shake a Fed with a phone in my hand
    See a playa 'gon shine, what you see, it's mines
    Rolexes, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine
    Woodgrain, Hummer, hoodrat dumber
    Hot Boys got toys, number one stunners
    I know you piss-ants 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 syrup wit the lean, bend it up
    Ball 'til I fall, that's the job playa
    Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one rhyme sayer

    [Chorus]

    [BG]
    I like to look good, be shy, on my side keep my nine on
    Playa haters wanna spill ya when ya get your shine on
    But none of 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 homes
    B and Slim give me a 20 G loan
    So I could get my roll on
    I know my rounds 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 girls school tuition
    If I'm in a shootout, I got the red beam, I ain't missin
    Face the ballistics, we got it like dat, we earned it liked dat
    Worked for it like dat, so we could shine like dat
    Get my shine on 7 days a week
    After the click blew, I just pooped up in the F150
    Cash Money brothas, we brothas like no other
    Click thicker than peanut-butter
    We shined this summer
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