La The Darkman - Shine Lyrics

Writer(s) : JACKSON, WAYNE ADRIAN
Artist: La The Darkman Lyrics
Popularity : 64 users have visited this page.
Rate: Shine gets avg. rating 5 out of 10 based on 1 ratings. Rate the song now!!!

[La the Darkman]
Uh uh, for the *****s in black Vigors
behind the wheel drinkin liquors
Everybody want to shine
For the *****s rockin Tims, **** cars and rims
Yo, everybody want to shine

Yo, my dimensions, possessed, lucci, *****es, cess
Lessons, computers, whips, and bulletproof vests
I can't be done, me and Screwface one on one
I drink wit bums in the slums where I shoot my guns
Enforce ones, up north in the Ac, throw a strap
I got *****s down south, holdin nines in Cadillacs
Lettin trees blow, for *****s sniff snow inside the disco
I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal
Cream like Joe Pisco', I **** your ***** yo
Right through her piss hole
Long **** like a missile
Split the black dutch, while the bracelet on my wrist glow
Cough if I spit mo', sold my Lex, cop the Benzo
My *****s come outta Sing-Seng buff like Lou Ferrigno
The rhyme sayer, quicker Ruger nine sprayer
Rich lifestyle like a young NBA player
And I'm tied to the mob like that gun, called Tommy
Shoot through your Armani, shoot at Guiliani
Shoot at Illuminati, **** everbody, it's the Darkman
(understand that right there)

Chorus
For the *****s in black Vigors, behind the wheel drinkin liquors
Everbody want to shine
For the *****s is rockin Tims, **** cars and rims
Yo, everybody want to shine
For the *****s that lock downed for bustin caps wit four pounds
Everybody want to shine
For the *****s in Lexus Cruisers wit cocked back Rugers
Yo, everybody want to shine

[La the Darkman]
Yo, you want to be me
Sometimes I'm on the block, sometimes I'm on the TV
My crew's greedy, like Boom Boom Mancini
La's song buy weedy, Swahili, ?Sadeeky?
Professional, hold my toast by my testicals
I used to peddle, but three times two equal the devil
Blinded by the ice, and the savage way of life
To no vale, *****s get money in small scales
Start smokin, like they don't know crack kills
A freak *****, got turned down by a female
Didn't know he sucked death, when he just inhale
I rap life, cocaine, *****s wit no brain
Sellin crack for fifteen years wit no game
That's a damn shame, check the result of bein broke
Havin no whip, no lab, no money for smoke
He stressed out, really not knowin what life's about
Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels

Chorus

[La the Darkman]
Yo, yo, dunn I'm felt
Gun in my waist, tight belt
New York streets hot, the bottom of my Wallees melt
I need wealth, puffin my lah by myself
Blessed, wit food clothes and health
And big whips, shorties say I got a big ****
My first video, I rock twenty outfits
The Benz 6, got me want to flip ten bricks
VCR headrest watchin Scarface flicks
I politic, wit ex cons, old cats, drug dons
*****s that's known to take a arm for a arm
I move calm as a lion of Juddah, black Garbudda
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 **** back the fifth, and make em his-tory
Remember him, the kid wit the big Jesus em-blem
Threw shells from the toast, had his bones tremblin
*****, I'm the cat y'all be talkin about dunn

Chorus

'cause I shine *****, shine on ***** (what)
Straight shine *****, nawmean, word up
The sun gon burn out (stay shinin, and stay spicy)
I'mma shine till the sun burn out
Straight up, word, the embassy, my family
The embassy, my family, yeah


If you believe the lyrics are not correct you can Submit Corrections to us
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics007 gets licensed to display lyrics and pay the lyrics writers through LyricFind. The most of song titles are calibrated according to wikipedia