Shine Blockas - Album Version (Explicit)

Yeah! All the ladies say hoo

All the hoes say (Hah! Hah! Hah!)

Gucci! Here we go, A-town, C-port

Cutmaster Swift down your throat, shawty

Boy, stop, Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire

Tryna block my shine just ain't gon' happen, so don't try

Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit

Inking hit up after hit, this penmanship is so legit

I came equipped like a prophylactic, now they riding **

Like styling on these suckas out here tryna buy their **

Now they rich, try convince everybody to ** off

But a true boss done paid the cost, she giving away them drawers

Word to the brown James, he some chicken chow mein

Really mane, you done say some silly things

And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffed, claimed a dame

Hey, my main thang got my last name, know what I mean?

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

They put Gucci in a cell then Madea went to jail

I make music, I make movies, I need Tyler Perry sales

Loud smell coming out the Lamb', ** it, what the hell

Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down, she got on Chanel

In the cut rolling stupid kush like I'm in a rush

In the club with a half a pound, 150 blunts

Zone 6, East Atlanta's own, ** with Nia Long

So I shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on

On the block with my stupid watch, boy, you need to stop

When I stop, everybody watch, car don't have a top

In a stretch, cost a stupid check, roll another pack

And I'm gone, I can't even flick, Eastside, where you at? Gucci

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

Can't be trippin' '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 grip in my lap at all times in the 'lac

From Atlanta to Savannah, can't a ** 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

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

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