[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