Lil Wayne – Shine ft Jazze Pha

American hip-hop and rap sensation, Lil Wayne join efforts with Jazze Pha to create this hypnotizing record titled “Shine”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter” was officially released on 1 January 2004.

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LYRICS

I (Yeah, fly guy)

I’m way more fly than you (That’s right)

I’ll take your dime from you (That’s right)

Now she wanna spend (What?)

All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)

Let me be the one that you throw it to

(Throw it back ma)

(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)

Baby, I’d like to spend the rest of my night with you

(Yea so how ’bout you huh?)

Yeah, yeah, so how ’bout you?)

I’ll take your bitch, give her back, take your bitch again

That’s because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10

Now she wanna get inside of me 66

She see my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan

She say she love her man, she misses him

But nobody do it better than her distance dick, me

I’m her long distance pimp

When I land my bitches want for me on the strip, yup

And I don’t lie I confess

I’m the one who turn that orange vest to a dress

Gotta dress to impress though

Gotta stay clean, plus mami in a Lex 4

She with me, what you expect, I live to be fly to death

It’s the Birdman Jr., sincerely yours

When it rains it pours, when it Waynes it whores

I (Yeah, yeah)

I’m way more fly than you (That’s right)

I’ll take your dime from you (That’s right)

Now she wanna spend all night with me

(She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)

Let me be the one that you throw it to

(Throw it back ma)

(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)

Baby, I’d like to spend the rest of my night with you

(So how ’bout you?)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how ’bout you?)

Ay, now why you wanna go and do that?

I can see through that

Tattoo right there like I can’t view that

Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?

Bet he was lame, bet he ain’t Lil Wayne, no

Cause I’m way more fly, yeah

Have you hangin’ ’round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope

And not a day go by us

We don’t get higher than the telephone wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin’

Where phones don’t roam, they don’t even come on

You’re far from home so leave it alone

You creeping with the king of the throne

You sleeping in a tee and a thong

With your hair in a pony

I ain’t got no blinds we can stare at the morning, yeah

But I can’t be there all morning

I’m a pimp baby, yeah I’m going, going, going, gone

I (Yeah)

I’m way more fly than you (That’s right)

I’ll take your dime from you (That’s right)

Now she wanna spend all night with me

(She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby)

Let me be the one that you throw it to

(Throw it back ma)

(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)

Baby, I’d like to spend the rest of my night with you

(So how ’bout you?)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how ’bout you?)

Uh, uh, I’m sorry, I was grooving

Gotta love that laid back Mannie Fresh music

But let’s get back to what we was doing

Laid back in that ‘Lac on Pat Ewing’s

That’s 33 [?] tires, he fire

These trees ain’t papaya, mind ya

Gotta keep heat on your side, [?]

So I’m a get 3 more and cop you one

Wait, naw hun, cause you ain’t exempt

If your ass ever trip I’ll give you a clip, yeah

But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip

And you walk kinda mean, how you strut with a dip

And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips

But I can’t fall for you cause I stick to the script, yeah

I said I stick to my grip

I stick to my money, that’s life to me

Sorry honey Jazze

I (Yeah)

I’m way more fly than you (That’s right)

I’ll take your dime from you (That’s right)

Now she wanna spend all night with me

(She wanna wake up to Weezy F. Baby)

Let me be the one that you throw it to

(Throw it back ma)

(Throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)

Baby, I’d like to spend the rest of my night with you

(So how ’bout you?)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, so how ’bout you?)

So how ’bout you, yeah

So how ’bout you

See what I’m talking ’bout sweet heart?

You ain’t even gotta have John Madden

You ain’t gotta have Dick Vitale

You ain’t gotta Lee Corso

You ain’t gotta have Stuart Scott

You ain’t gotta have Linda Cohn

Know what I’m talking ’bout?

You ain’t gotta have the staff of ESPN

You ain’t gotta have ABC staff just to speak sports, baby

Cause I got game, sweetheart

Just fuck with your boy and I’ll get you a jersey

What you want me to put on the back?

“Daddy’s little girl”, that’s right

Know what I’m talking ’bout?

I can’t give you the game, but I can show the game

And you can see what you see and peek how you peek

And get what you get

Know what I’m talking ’bout?

Weezy