Big Boi - Shine Blockas (Remix) lyrics

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Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo

All the hoes say, (Hah, Hah, Hah)

Yeah! Here we go A-town! C-post!

Cutmaster Swiff, down your throat

Boy stop!

Hot damn, ho (ho), here we go again (gain)

Raise up off of mines, put your elbow in

Slow your roll like your off-sets is off set

You out of line, cause you out off line, so you off net

Leather seats all wet, paint up on the Fleetwood

On this point, Jordans on my toes, did my feet good

Still got my Coogi, my shorty got a Gucci on

Flossing on the same track I hear Big and Gucci on

Now we remixed it like it's two different packs

Of Kool-Aid in the same jug, and I'm feeling same, thug

This is for the boys in blue, and the G's flamed up

I'm in the big body slab, raised up, game up!

I'm on my grind shawty, don't block my shine shawty

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

It's your boy...

Project Pattah

I still get if off with the soft and the hard

Now it's stacks that I stack for the sixteen bars

Used to dodge them laws in them stolen cars

Now I'm Escalade, sitting high with the stars

Took a shine like a star, now my head is in the clouds

And I'm papered, so I'm right back on the line

Project Pat, my dog, and I'm leading half a pound

Cousin house in the bay, on the North side of town

Man, the streets in me, so I can't say I don't miss em

Dipping through the hood plucking chicks, but I don't kiss em

She wishin that I would take her home; long stick her

Then I get her back, hit it from the back and I'm gone

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 and the stash house with the pump

Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'Llac

From Atlanta to Savannah, can a nigga stop that?

Not when God's got his hands on me only the strong survive

And the weak minded are falling by the wayside

They try But which I overcome and succeed, indeed

But with success 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

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

A-Town representer (Hold-hold-hold up)

East Point, College Park

Decatur, Yeah!

I got me armor on, sword and shield on deck