Birdman - Get Ur Shine On lyrics

(Birdman intro) Yeah We gon' go old school Ya know what I'm sayin If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout The way we do this here This is a Cash Money cla**ic And I feel couldn't nobody do it the way I'mma do it Ya know what I'm sayin' So, here we go world, I'm bringin' it to your world from my world Ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout look I say (Chorus:Birdman) Get your shine on {3x} So n***a stop hatin' Get your shine on {3x} You know we gonna make it Get your shine on {3x} So n***a stop hatin' Get your shine on {3x} You know we gonna make it (Birdman verse 1) In one you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22s and up And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus Make the hood understand that we trying to come up 24s 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 livin' lavish Those 14s, you know we had to have it Once upon a time it was nothing but magic Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys Chasin' paper paper chasin', look that's all we know Comin' through the neighborhood on them 24s Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, n***a up it some more Fast money, Cash Money, that's all I know one (Chorus) (Lil'Wayne verse 2) They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest That be that Cash Money piece, flow rest in the deck I'mma specialist vet, no testin' the best Be in cla**, no pencil, no test on the desk I'll make ya mouthpiece so beast like Delereese 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 tittie b**hes come home with me, get the business I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse So tuck ya ice in 'cause ye ain't iced out Pay attention closely, you n***az can never roast me 'Cause the maker of the Testarossa knows me Oh he so arrogant, the co*ky kind But you always looking 'cause I'mma shine, that's right (Chorus) (Birdman verse 3) Loud mics and big rims, n***a thats my life Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy Price Let's get it understood, n***a that's my price Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright 'Cause I'm pimpin', I'm pimpin' pimpin', I'm comin' thru And I'm dippin', I'm dippin' dippin', them 22s And they spinnin', they spinnin' spinnin', them Sprewells n***a Them Sprewells n***a, we makin' mail n***a Don't need no introduction in this I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich You can ask a n***a 'bout me, you know I'm bout my sh** I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click 'Cause I'm the Birdman and I'll do you something bad You heard man that I been slangin' them slacks Thats my word man, I gon' stunt n***a I gon' stunt n***a, I'm gon' stunt n***a, one (Chorus)