Project Pat/Three 6 Mafia - Gold Shine | Текст песни

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Let me see your gold shine - x10

[Project Pat]
Hoody hoo is the one where we all play this game
Gold chain pinky ring say the hell for some fame
Hustle in to tha in, aint afraid of the pen
Treated dogs like it's ken got his brand on his skin
Drankin this of that henny, I went to find some women
A hoe can come with genny but she don't give a penny
I'm out there havin plenny, I'm slangin shit like Lenny
From Good Times to South Park you can die like Kenny
So try to get some money fo those actin funny
You stay about tha cheese mayn muthafuckin hunny
Now don't you be a dummy, play me like yo mummy
I try to keep it business to keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green on them 20's ridin clean
Cause paper chasin just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat, never catch me droppin dimes
I'm a let my gold shine, I'm a let my gold shine

[(Chorus) x2]
All playas hustle in, let me see your gold shine
All my playas coming up, let me see your gold shine
Gold rangs gold chains gold teeth on the grind
Let me see your gold shine, let me see your gold shine

[Crunchy Black]
Could it be a dream, Crunchy bling bling
Crunchy on the scene, Rolex diamond ring
Hypnotize bling, when you see me
I'm a shine like diamond in your fuckin screen

[DJ Paul]
Like a diamond I'm a shine trick so you know its me
Every time you writin rhymes coco all you know its me
Bustas always hatin me, knowin they be playin me
Get a name right, next time you dissin me on this cd B

[Gangsta Boo]
Double O seven money I was playin on a play station
Ride by waving at you haters holla at ya
See ya later alligator skin cold world bustin
Cowards curtain you aint [fuck] what you mean playa

[Juicy J]
Playas from tha Hollywood, Evergreen is my hood
Smokin city show them gold teeth, ridin in tha woods
Brakin on some pound in tha south memphis fuckin town
Chiffin on some hay every day like a coupon

[(Chorus) x2]

[Project Pat]
I was ridin through the wood now pushin me a licks
Nobody in tha hood, now my chrome I think I flips
I was wishin I was you, now you wish you was me
Take a walk in my shoes ahh it could never be
See you playas stayin down till you rise like some dough
If he true to his game then his game stayin in flow
Who can go With this real ass shit that I spit
If you real and you know it then mayn toss a bitch
To a real tight playa, South side playa
Mask on my mug when I blast on a hata
Loots what I'm clockin, robers are watchin
Nine milaluga mayn that's what I'm pockin
Flames I diminish, I balls to the finish
This ain't Popye so I don't need me spinach
I'm just a young mayn havin thangs on a grind
I let my gold shine, I'ma let my gold shine

[(Chorus) Till Fade]

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