Testo Shine - LA the Darkman
Testo della canzone Shine (LA the Darkman), tratta dall'album Heist of The Century
For the niggas in black figures behind the wheel drinkin' liquors
Everybody wanna shine!
For the niggas that's rockin' Tims, fuck cars and rims, yo
Everybody wanna shine!
My dimensions possess lucci, bitches, cess, lessons
Computers, whips and bulletproof vests
I can't be done, me and screwface one on one
I drink with bums in the slums where I shoot my guns
In Force Ones, up north in the Ac', double strapped
I got niggas down south holdin' nines in Cadillacs
Lettin' trees blow for niggas sniff snow inside the disco
I hold a big pistol to crack your brain crystal
Cream like Joe Pisco, I fucked your
Bitch, yo, right through her pisshole
Long dick like a missile
Split the black dutch while the bracelet on my wrist glow
Gargle and spit Mo', sold my Lex, copped a Benzo
My niggas come outta Sing Sing, buff like Lou Ferrigno
The rhymesayer, quick Ruger nine-sprayer
Rich lifestyle like a young NBA player
And I'm tied to the Mobb like that gun called Tommy
Shootin' through your Armani, shoot at Giuliani
Shoot at Illuminati, fuck everybody, it's the Darkman!
For the niggas in black figures behind the wheel drinkin' liquors
Everybody wanna shine!
For the niggas that's rockin' Tims, fuck cars and rims, yo
Everybody wanna shine!
For the niggas that's locked down for bustin' caps with 4 pounds
Everybody wanna shine!
For the niggas in Lex cruisers with cocked back Rugers, yo
Everybody wanna shine!
You wanna be me
Sometime I'm on the block, sometime I'm on the TV
My crew's greedy like Boom Boom Mancini
La son by Reedy, Swahili, Sadiki
Professional, hold my toast by my testicles
I used to peddle but 3 times 2 equal the devil
Blinded by the ice in a savage way of life
To no avail, niggas get money in small scales
Start smokin' like they don't know crack kills
A freak nigga got turned out by a female
Didn't know he sucked death when he just inhaled
I rap life, cocaine, niggas with no brain
Sellin' crack for 15 years with no gain
That's a damn shame, check the result of bein' broke
Havin' no whip, no lab, no money for smoke
He's stressed out, really not knowin' what life's about
Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels
For the niggas in black figures behind the wheel drinkin' liquors
Everybody wanna shine!
For the niggas that's rockin' Tims, fuck cars and rims, yo
Everybody wanna shine!
For the niggas that's locked down for bustin' caps with 4 pounds
Everybody wanna shine!
For the niggas in Lex cruisers with cocked back Rugers, yo
Everybody wanna shine!
Dunn, I'm felt, gun in my waist, tight belt
New York streets hot, the bottom of my Wally's melt
I need wealth, puffin' my lah by myself
Blessed with food, clothes and health
And big whips, shorties say I got a big dick
My first video, I rocked 20 outfits
The Benz 6 got me wantin' to flip 10 bricks
VCR headrest, watchin' Scarface flicks
I politic with ex-cons, old cats, drug dons
Niggas that's known to take an arm for an arm
I move calm as a Lion of Judah, blacked off buddah
Silent as a basehead suckin' on his hooter
'Cause cash rules, that's why I study new jewels
And keep tools to create blood pools for new crews
Rappers on my territory
I cock back the 5th and I make 'em history
Remember him? Kid with the big Jesus emblem
Few shells from the toast had his bones tremblin', nigga
For the niggas in black figures behind the wheel drinkin' liquors
Everybody wanna shine!
For the niggas that's rockin' Tims, fuck cars and rims, yo
Everybody wanna shine!
For the niggas that's locked down for bustin' caps with 4 pounds
Everybody wanna shine!
For the niggas in Lex cruisers with cocked back Rugers, yo
Everybody wanna shine!
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Lamar R. Joseph, Michael Richard Hobbs
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