Gold Shine

[Chorus: Project Pat] Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine [Verse 1: Project Pat] Hoody Hoo is the one, he be off in this game Gold chain pinky ring, say to hell with some fame Hustlin' to the end, ain't afraid of the pen Treated dogs like it's kin, got his brand on his skin Drankin' fists of that Henny, I went and bought some Remy A ho can come with genny, but she don't give a penny I'm out there havin' plenty, I'm slangin' shit like Lenny From Good Times to South Park, you can die like Kenny So try to get some money, for those actin' funny You stay about the cheese, mane, motheruck the honey Now don't you be a dummy, play me like gin rummy I try to keep it business to keep food in my tummy The ghetty, ghetty green on them 20s, ridin' clean 'Cause snatchin', paper chasin' just like I'm a fiend It's your boy Project Pat, never catch me droppin' dimes I'ma let my gold shine, I'ma let my gold shine [Chorus: Project Pat] All players hustlin', let me see your gold shine All my players comin' up, let me see your gold shine Gold rangs, gold chains, gold teeth on the grind Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine All players hustlin', let me see your gold shine All my players comin' up, let me see your gold shine Gold rangs, gold chains, gold teeth on the grind Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] Could it be a dream? Crunchy clean, clean Popped up on the scene, Rolex, diamond ring Hypnotize bling when you see me I'ma shine like a diamond in your fuckin' screen [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Like a diamond, I'ma shine, trick, so you know it's me Every time you writin' rhymes, yockel, all you know it's me Busters always hatin' me, knowin' they be playin' me Get a name right next time you dissin' me on this CD B [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] Double O Seven money, I was playin' on a PlayStation Ridin' by, wavin' at you haters, holla at ya, see ya later, alligator Skin cold world bustin', coward's curtain You ain't fuck, what you mean, player? [Verse 5: Juicy J] Players from North Hollywood, Evergreen is my hood Smokey City, show them gold teeth, ridin' in the woods Drankin' on some Clown, hittin' the South Memphis fuckin' town Chiefin' on some hay everyday like a coupon [Chorus: Project Pat] All players hustlin', let me see your gold shine All my players comin' up, let me see your gold shine Gold rangs, gold chains, gold teeth on the grind Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine All players hustlin', let me see your gold shine All my players comin' up, let me see your gold shine Gold rangs, gold chains, gold teeth on the grind Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine [Verse 6: Project Pat] I was ridin' Buick wood, now I'm pushin' me a 'Lex I was nobody in the hood, now on chrome thangs I flex I was wishin I was you, now you wish you was me Take a walk in my shoes, aw, it could never be See, a player stay down till he rise like some dough If he true to his game then his game stay afloat Who can cope with this real ass shit that I spit? If you real and you know it then mane, toss a bitch To a real tight playa, South side player Mask on my mug when I blast on a hater Loot's what I'm clockin', robbers I'm watchin' Nine milly Luger mane, that's what I'm cockin' Lames I diminish, I balls to the finish This ain't Popeye so I don't need me spinach I'm just a young mane havin' thangs on the grind I'll let my gold shine, I'ma let my gold shine [Chorus: Project Pat] All players hustlin', let me see your gold shine All my players comin' up, let me see your gold shine Gold rangs, gold chains, gold teeth on the grind Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine All players hustlin', let me see your gold shine All my players comin' up, let me see your gold shine Gold rangs, gold chains, gold teeth on the grind Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine