La The Darkman - Shine Lyrics
[la the darkman]Uh uh, for the niggas in black vigorsBehind the wheel drinkin liquorsEverybody wanna shineFor the niggas rockin tims, ***** cars and rimsYo, everybody wanna shineYo, my dimensions, possessed, lucci, *****es, cessLessons, computers, whips, and bulletproof vestsI cant be done, me and screwface one on oneI drink wit bums in the slums where I shoot my gunsEnforce ones, up north in the ac, throw a strapI got niggas down south, holdin nines in cadillacsLettin trees blow, for niggas sniff snow inside the discoI hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystalCream like joe pisco, I ***** your ***** yoRight through her piss holeLong dick like a missleSplit the black dutch, while the bracelet on my wrist glowCough if I spit mo, sold my lex, cop the benzoMy niggas come outta sing-seng buff like lou ferrignoThe rhyme sayer, quicker ruger nine sprayerRich lifestyle like a young nba playerAnd Im tied to the mob like that gun, called tommyShoot through your armani, shoot at guilianiShoot at illuminati, ***** everbody, its the darkman(understand that right there)ChorusFor the niggas in black vigors, behind the wheel drinkin liquorsEverbody wanna shineFor the niggas is rockin tims, ***** cars and rimsYo, everybody wanna shineFor the niggas that lock downed for bustin caps wit four poundsEverybody wanna shineFor the niggas in lexus cruisers wit *****ed back rugersYo, everybody wanna shine[la the darkman]Yo, you wanna be meSometimes Im on the block, sometimes Im on the tvMy crews greedy, like boom boom manciniLas song buy weedy, swahili, ? sadeeky?Professional, hold my toast by my testicalsI used to peddle, but three times two equal the devilBlinded by the ice, and the savage way of lifeTo no vale, niggas get money in small scalesStart smokin, like they dont know crack killsA freak nigga, got turned down by a femaleDidnt know he sucked death, when he just inhaleI rap life, cocaine, niggas wit no brainSellin crack for fifteen years wit no gameThats a damn shame, check the result of bein brokeHavin no whip, no lab, no money for smokeHe stressed out, really not knowin what lifes aboutJewels, jewels, jewels, jewelsChorus[la the darkman]Yo, yo, dunn Im feltGun in my waist, tight beltNew york streets hot, the bottom of my wallees meltI need wealth, puffin my lah by myselfBlessed, wit food clothes and healthAnd big whips, shorties say I got a big dickMy first video, I rock twenty outfitsThe benz 6, got me wanna flip ten bricksVcr headrest watchin scarface flicksI politic, wit ex cons, old cats, drug donsNiggas thats known to take a arm for a armI move calm as a lion of juddah, black garbuddaSilent as a basehead, suckin on his hooterCuz cash rules, thats why I study new jewelsAnd keep tools, to create blood poolsFor new crews, rappers, on my territoryI ***** back the fifth, and make em his-toryRemember him, the kid wit the big jesus em-blemThrew shells from the toast, had his bones tremblinNigga, Im the cat yall be talkin about dunnChorusCuz I shine nigga, shine on nigga (what)Straight shine nigga, nawmean, word upThe sun gon burn out (stay shinin, and stay spicy)Imma shine till the sun burn outStraight up, word, the embassy, my familyThe embassy, my family, yeah
