8ball - Shine and Recline lyrics

[MJG] I come and go and chill as I please 160 miles per hour on Greentrees Really ain't no reason to try and pretend these Hoes ain't down and willin' to bend knees I ease Up off of my gas to smash brakes I'm gazin at a stout piece of a** at high stakes To make it to the top of my game what will it take? I gots to get some glue in my life, before I break Shake rattle and roll hold the dice until I can't It's time for G to toss up in the paint Pimpin' a** real n***a I squeeze big a** and big trigga And leave hard weak a** n***as in big rivers Who in the f** got stuck you bucked and outta luck Lookin to find trouble with me, now that's enough Muthaf**as I torture yo a** and make you suffer I'm spittin real sh** you false n***as can smother cuz Chorus: I know the flows that drops the hoes clothes T makes the beats that heats the whole streets If you got the time Fine I got the rhyme Shine and Recline Vibe and sip wine [Eightball] I be the n***a who really don't give a f** man Rough and tough I'm puttin strain on your weak game Hard and real dammit I never knew another way Rappin bout the sh** that happens round a n***a everyday Life is hard and hoes ain't free, believe me Ask them real G's dying in the penetentiary Old and cold, ain't no love in the steel cage It's all about your freedom in this muthaf**in space age Some got chosen, some choose and lose Some pay dues, snooze, and lose what they choose I, be, PIMP ni**a SUPREME! Invest some cream and straight sell a ho a dream Bust on wax and rip tracks by T-Mix Hated cuz I talk real sh** bout a freak b**h Peep this I don't give a f** about what Somebody say they can die & s** a n***a nuts Cornbread fed south women luva Money-makin black fat muthaf**a Can't no other duplicate mine It's all fine while we shine and recline Chorus (2x) [MJG] I'm pimpin hoes till they mind gone My rhymes on now where my money b**h? How many s**as you trickin and who you runnin with? Some stunnin sh** you layin down with plain fools Her n***a wanna send alumni back from school Who you rule? Not sh** but yo mouth I brings proper sh** to the ring But sh** you wear straight stops muthaf**as Lookin for reason to start trouble You come with that sh** 10 shots gonna bust yo bubble Like a teardrop I can't feel the pain, just my ears pop The bullet just an inch from your brain Live and he'll stop You talkin cash sh** but you writin' them rubber checks And still don't know the way to commit with a brotha yet God Damn! Is this sh** ham or is it Spam I thought I had a bottle of jelly and got jammed In the blender a million degrees Deep in December The flashbacks weakened your mind so just remember cuz Chorus (2x)