BlaQ $now - Shine for Me lyrics

[Intro-Ca$hma$e] BlaQ $now Oh y'all want us to shine and get real lyrical and commercial for you You know who it is It's Ca$hma$e Cha-chinggggg [Verse 1-Ca$hma$e] I'm a mahf**in' star in the light Light, light in the stars, no need for price check Just swiped the Black Card Black Car be the Royce AKA 8-Ball, MJG pa** the chemo Cuz n***a I'm ballin', the 6-1-9 callin' They want the King back hit the clutch you stallin' Nah, n***a, you Confucius Heated pool in the mid-Summer type of useless I'm bendin' over backwards just to see you losers But I'm Stevie Wonder and you're inch on my ruler Haha, now me-me-measure that A Ca$h plus a Ma$e, add it up, where the Diddy at? The game skin deep, hittin' hard like Polynesian tats If I'm the cheese you the rat, I'm a kick you a sack We goin' deep on ya girlfriend and I'm the quarterback Quarterback, quarterback, quarterback [Hook] Shine, shine, shi-shine for me baby x8 [Verse 2-Tactic$] Shine like a lamp, shine like the sun do Shinin' like us somethin' that you'll never undo When she needs some girl time you the one she run too When she need some dick, then we kickin' it like Kung Fu Yeah I said it, you are pathetic I sinned last night and I don't regret it Said she had a man and I said “don't sweat it” Then we cut it cut it up like a mahf**in' medic We keep it on the low, so they lyin' if they said it And she blows at her job, do you get where I'm headed? I'm the illest, got some fanatics Groupies blow Tactic$, I call it band practice Then I bust, turn her face into a canvas No Pica**o, no guns but I blam' this Tryna f** an actress, f** around the Atlas They f**in' on my mattress, showin' me theatrics [Hook] Shine, shine, shi-shine for me baby x8 Damn T-3 why you gotta k** em like that fo'? I'm a tell you what you rappers are doin' and makin' money tho' Here's what y'all doin' Check me out [Verse 3-Ca$hma$e] Twinkle, twinkle little star How I wonder what you are? Up above the world so high I am a diamond in the sky If I break ya hymen, don't you cry And if Simon Says, don't ask why Rappin' on a tight beat don't make you fly I'm k**in' you bug n***as, I spit insecticide You n***as callin' it pimpin' I call it a 9 to 5 You n***as sayin' you Tyga when n***as I know you lyin' You say you callin' the shots But n***as not even firin' Hearin' ya rhyme hurts, like a screech from a violin And yeah I'm non-violent, but I'm eatin' mere cats In the SoCal Lion's Den So while you hirin', I be firin' I'm takin' no days off like a God Damn Chinamen [Outro-Ca$hma$e/Tactic$] Man we are, BlaQ $now Tactic$ Ca$hma$e We're not gang bangers We're just having fun So all this commercial sh** we doin' So take it as that And we're BlaQ..$now and we out Gone Haha I think I said BlaQ $now too much Yeah We should have me come in the background “You hear that? I'm black?!” Hahaha yeah No yeah you should No you should though No you should Make it comedic man