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!