Shine Blockas

[Intro] Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo All the hoes say (Hah! Hah! Hah!) Gucci up, here we go, A-town, C-port Cutmaster Swift down your throat, shawty [Verse 1: Big Boi] Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foot's on fire Tryna block my shine just ain't gone 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 dicks Like styling on these suckas out here tryna buy their bitch Now they rich, try convince everybody to trick 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? [Hook: Gucci Mane] 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 [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] 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', fuck 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 fuck 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? [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Boi] 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 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 [Hook]