Big Boi – Shine Blockas ft. Gucci Mane

Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by Big Boi and this music is titled “Shine Blockas ft. Gucci Mane”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty” And it was released in the year 2010.

Listen up below with the full lyrics.

Big Boi Shine Blockas ft. Gucci Mane MP3 DOWNLOAD

Lyrics

Yeah! All the ladies say, “ho”

All the hoes say…

(Hah, hah, hah)

Gucci up! Here we go

A-Town, C-Port

Cutmasta Swiff down ya throat

Shawty

Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foot’s on fire

Trying to block my shine just ain’t gone happen so don’t try (boy)

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 an prophylactic

Now they riding dick, like

Stalin’ on these suckas out here tryin’ to buy they bitch

Now they rich, try to piss everybody to trick off

But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls

Word to the brown James he some chicken chow mein

Really man, you done say some silly things

And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffin’ claim to game

Hate my main thang and my last name ya notta mayne

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

Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail

I make music, I make movies, I’m in Tyler Perry’s cell

I smell coming out the lam’, fuck it, what the hell

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

In the tent rolling stupid kush like I’m in the restroom

In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts)

Zone 6 — East Atlanta — don’t fuck with Nia Long

So shine like it’s show-time, all my jewelry on

On the block with the stupid watch

Boy, you need to stop!

When I stop, everybody watch the car without a top

In the streets ’cause a stupid chick roll another pack

Now I’m gone, I can’t even flip

Eastside where you at?

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 tripping ’bout no paper ’cause the safe is not so safe

The piggy bank got legs and feet,

And can’t 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 whip 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

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

Yeah, yeah, ye’-yeah!

A-Town, represent ’em

East Point, College Park… Decatur

Yeah, I got my armor on, sword and shield on deck

Yeah