Baby Aka #1 Stunna - Get Your Shyne On Ft. Lil Wayne lyrics

[intro] yea we all go oldschool u know what i'm saying if u from where i'm from you know what i'm talkin about what u do tell me this is cashmoney cla**ic i fell cause nobody do it like im gonna do it so here we go world im bregin my world to your world you know what im talken about look [hook x2] get your shyne on get your shyne on get your shyne on so n***a stall way get your shyne on get your shyne on get your shyne on you know we gon make [verse 1 baby] boy the way we trust the neigborhood is us and everything we ride is 22's and up and every time that i slide is platunm plus make the hood understand that we tryin to come up 24's on trucks just the neighboorhood lust till one pcrusier that everybody comin up cause everybody wanna ride everybody wanna shyne so how u love that people everybody wanna grind and these project cuts the hood rich levine lash one full team u know we had to hide it once apoun time it was nothing but madness everything worked out and my momma was glad chaseing papper papper chaseing look thats all dope comein throw the neighborhood on 24's $1000 dollors shoe thats all u know n***a come up with some more fastmoney cashmoney that all i know what! [hook x 2] [verse 2 lil wayne] i woke up like i got a S on my chest mybe its that cashmoney piece so going on Gangsta to the core Ankle wrap flamer Paint your kicthen floor Wit ur who*e sh** you can't ignore Things you indore when u f**in wit the boy All i hear is weezy don't k** me no more so tuck that ice in cause you aint iced out I'm not a category I aint there wit ya'll I got a positive vibe but i ain't scared of ya'll Git the kid n***a did never that at all That rat a tat go off A black kak kak kak I gotta b**h so fine her name perrion(?) She no how to stash quarters in a carry on I blow outta town gra** when i'm outta town Uptown in the buildin not a sound Cuz k**as don't get heard about They get whispered about Or you get murdered out (n***a) and get my shyne on [hook x2] [verse 3 baby] Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades Mami know my name, n***az know I don't play Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze and im the birdman and t do it again Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop We VIP n***a, so them b**hes gon' jock Laid Back on them 23s Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be n***a? (Hello) You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated Porsche trucks, Infinity graded Gotta give props to the man that made me Red Gold, I start it went crazy Afford to stunt, n***az, stay in y'all places and always getting shyne hoox x2