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B.G lyrics 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$h Money Hot Boy$ 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 $10,000 bar tab Hoes think I'm jokin', stupid hoes wanna laugh I'm bout to lay my stunt down before I leave this bitch, And one of you other niggas hoes gone suck my dick Now every car I ride in got chrome on it homie Got a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul Plug hoes And make more money independent, than a major nigga done went gold I got a million dollar rang wit a 2 million dollar mouthpiece And quick to lay a bitch on these satin silk sheets Now nigga, Rufus Playin in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5 If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly B.G. got a nine two nine, Mannie Fresh got a Camero and a seven thirty-five Now me Baby, big body Benz Expedition, my black cat and my Lexus my friend Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have a matching bitch in the passenger seat Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son So when he grow up he can have a lil fun I'm still sellin keys, stackin Gs on the D.L. I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L. Nigga I ain't no rapper, I'm a game spitter Ten Gs a show, On behalf of Penalty, Ca$h 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 Other B.G lyrics: 187.9 "FM" lyrics All On U lyrics Bat a Bitch lyrics Doing Bad lyrics Order 20 Keys lyrics Play'n and Laugh'n lyrics Represent lyrics Ziggly Wiggly - Toilet Paper lyrics Niggas Don't Understand lyrics So Much Death lyrics Wheel Chairs lyrics 'N' My city lyrics 187 Big Tymers lyrics Cash Money Niggaz lyrics Gangsta Sh*t!! lyrics I Be Thinking lyrics Retaliation lyrics Ride 2 Night lyrics Silent B.G. lyrics Let's Get Funky lyrics Round My Way lyrics Uptown Thang (Wait'n on Your Picture) lyrics 6 Figure (featuring Hot Boys) lyrics Clean Up Man lyrics Don't Hate Me (featuring Big Tymers) lyrics I'm Tryin' lyrics Livin' Legend lyrics Plan Went Sour lyrics Ride or Die lyrics Stay 'N' Line Hoe lyrics What Ya Wanna Do? lyrics 'U' All 'N' lyrics Hot Boys 226 lyrics Down For My Stacks lyrics From Tha 13th To Tha 17th lyrics Fuck These Hoez lyrics Get on My Feet lyrics Hood Took Me Under lyrics Start N Tha Game lyrics Thrill B'G lyrics Fuck Big Boy lyrics True Story lyrics 'Bout My Paper lyrics Hard Times lyrics Intro (Big Tymers) lyrics Knock Out lyrics Made Man lyrics Niggas In Trouble lyrics Play'n it Raw lyrics Real Niggaz lyrics Thug'n lyrics Trigga Play lyrics Uptown My Home lyrics With Tha B.G. lyrics Bling Bling lyrics Cash Money is an Army lyrics Cash Money Roll lyrics Dog Ass lyrics Big Tymers lyrics Jungle lyrics Bounce With Me lyrics Run With My Chopper lyrics Tyma Talkin lyrics He Used 2 Be a Man lyrics To My People lyrics You Know How We Do lyrics What's That Smell lyrics This Nigga Die lyrics Change the World lyrics Hennessy & XTC lyrics I Know lyrics Get in Line lyrics Problems lyrics Ah Ha lyrics |