Get Your Shine On

[Intro: Birdman] Yeah We gon' go old school You know what I'm saying? If you from where I'm from, you know what I'm talking bout The way we do this here This is a cash money classic And I feel couldn't nobody do it the way I'ma do it Ya know what I'm saying? So, here we go world I'm bringing it to your world from my world You know what I'm talking bout? Look, I say [Chorus: Birdman] Get your shine on (x3) So nigga stop hating Get your shine on (x3) You know we gonna make it [Verse 1: Birdman] In one you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22's and up And every time that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus Make the hood understand that we trying to come up 24's 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 living lavish Louis the 14th, you know we had to have it Once upon a time it was nothing but madness Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys Chasing paper paper chasing, look that's all we know Coming through the neighborhood on them 24's Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more Fast money, Cash Money, that's all I know One [Chorus: Birdman] Get your shine on (x3) So nigga stop hating Get your shine on (x3) You know we gonna make it [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest 'em to death I'm a specialist Vet, No testin the best Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk I'll make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese 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 titty bitches come home with me, get the business I made bling-bling, I'm like a lighthouse So tuck that ice in, cause y'an ain't iced out Pay attention closely, you niggas can never roast me Cause the maker of the Testarossa knows me Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind But you always looking cause I'ma shine That's right [Chorus: Birdman] Get your shine on (x3) So nigga stop hating Get your shine on (x3) You know we gonna make it [Verse 3: Birdman] Loud mics and big rims, nigga, that's my life Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price Lets get it understood, nigga, that's my price Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright Cause I'm pimping, I'm pimping pimping, I'm coming through And I'm dipping, I'm dipping dipping, them 22's And they spinning, they spinning spinning, them Sprewells, nigga Them Sprewells nigga, we making 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 guerrillas, raised the hot boy click Cause I'm the Birdman and I'll do you something bad You heard man that I been slanging them slacks That's my word man, I won't stunt nigga I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One [Chorus: Birdman] Get your shine on (x3) So nigga stop hating Get your shine on (x3) You know we gonna make it