Shine Blockas

[Intro: Big Boi and Gucci Mane] Yeah! All the ladies say "Ho!" All the hoes say... Hahaha Ha, ha, ha, Gucci! Here we go A-Town, C-Port Cutmaster Swiff down your throat Shawty Boi, stop! [Verse 1: Big Boi] Sir Lucious Left Foot's on fire Tryna block my shine just ain't gon' happen, so don't try (Boi) 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 suckers out here tryna buy they bitch Now they rich, try convince everybody to trick off But a true boss done paid the cost, she giving away them drawers Word to the Brown – James; he some chicken chow mein Really, mayne, you done said the silly things And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffed and claimed a dame Hey, my main thang got my last name, yadadmean? Ha, ha, ha, ha [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I—I'm on my grind, shawty Don't block my shine, shawty (What?) 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] They put Gucci in a cell, then Madea went to jail (Well damn) I make music, I make movies, I make Tyler Perry sales Loud smell coming out the Lamb', fuck it, what the hell Gucci Mane, so I'm Gucci'd down, she got on Chanel (Chanel) In the cut, rolling stupid kush like I'm in a rush In the club with a half a pound, hunnid-fifty blunts Zone 6, East Atlanta's own, fuck with me the long...(Gucci) So I shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on (Brr, brr, brr, brr) On the block with my stupid watch, boy, you need to stop When I stop, everybody watch, car don't have a top (Nyoom) In a stretch, cost a stupid check, roll another pack (Racks) And I'm gone, I can't even flex; Eastside, where you at? It's Gucci! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I—I'm on my grind, shawty Don't block my shine, shawty (What?) 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— [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 get up and walk away, shawty With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray Like the backside of a skunk, in the stash house with the pump "Pistol grip 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 surviving The weak-minded are falling by the wayside, they try But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed With success, there 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 Ha, ha, ha, ha [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I—I'm on my grind, shawty Don't block my shine, shawty (What?) 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 (Chill) I can't close my safe no more, 'cause I got too much money in it [Outro: Big Boi & Gucci Mane] Ha, ha Yeah, yeah, y—yeah Ugh, A-Town representer Hol—Hol—Hold up East Point, College Park Decatur Yeah! I got my armor on, sword and shield on deck Yeah!