Baby Aka #1 Stunna - Get Your Shyne On Ft. Lil Wayne Lyrics
[intro]yea we all go oldschoolu know what i'm sayingif u from where i'm fromyou know what i'm talkin aboutwhat u do tell methis is cashmoney classici fell cause nobody do it like im gonna do itso here we go world im bregin my world to your worldyou know what im talken aboutlook[hook x2]get your shyne onget your shyne onget your shyne onso nigga stall wayget your shyne onget your shyne onget your shyne onyou know we gon make[verse 1 baby]boy the way we trustthe neigborhood is usand everything we rideis 22's and upand every time that i slideis platunm plusmake the hood understandthat we tryin to come up24's on trucksjust the neighboorhood lusttill one pcrusier that everybody comin upcause everybody wanna rideeverybody wanna shyneso how u love that peopleeverybody wanna grindand these project cutsthe hood rich levine lashone full teamu know we had to hide itonce apoun time it was nothing but madnesseverything worked out and my momma was gladchaseing papper papperchaseing look thats all dopecomein throw the neighborhood on 24's$1000 dollors shoe thats all u knownigga come up with some morefastmoney cashmoneythat all i knowwhat![hook x 2][verse 2 lil wayne]i woke up likei got a S on my chestmybe its that cashmoney pieceso going onGangsta to the coreAnkle wrap flamerPaint your kicthen floorWit ur whoreShit you can't ignoreThings you indore when u *****in wit the boyAll i hear is weezy don't kill me no moreso tuck that ice incause you aint iced outI'm not a categoryI aint there wit ya'llI got a positive vibe but i ain't scared of ya'llGit the kid nigga did never that at allThat rat a tat go offA black kak kak kakI gotta ***** so fine her name perrion(?)She no how to stash quarters in a carry onI blow outta towngrass when i'm outta townUptown in the buildin not a soundCuz killas don't get heard aboutThey get whispered aboutOr you get murdered out (nigga)and get my shyne on[hook x2][verse 3 baby]Comin' through my hood on spinnin' bladesMami know my name, niggaz know I don't playJump out the whip, and we blaze in the shadeCause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that hazeand im the birdman and t do it againEarly birds don't play, makin' drops in the spotsWe struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clockGoin' to the club, where the bottles gon' popWe VIP nigga, so them *****es gon' jockLaid Back on them 23sEscalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updatedPorsche trucks, Infinity gradedGotta give props to the man that made meRed Gold, I start it went crazyAfford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all placesand always getting shynehoox x2
